All the parts they never wanted, I let you see. I gave you a peek into my secret box of hidden failures
Of all the things a girl should never be.
One day, you told a story about me. It was meant to set my soul free. To you, the world would finally see me as who I could one day be. Not the lonely girl who always sat by the river bank counting ships.
Maybe it was meant to make me love you more,
But you showed the world a part of me that I wasn’t ready for them to see.
Now, when I hide from everyone, I hide from you too.
Because the one I thought would cover my shame, exposed it too soon.
I foresee the sun setting on this side of town.
I can tell the moon is weeping because you’re not around.
I know my patience is slipping because you haven’t called
And when the dust settles, my excitement would have dulled.
In its place, it’ll be a woman who now realizes that she settled for a man who doesn’t care at all.
If I’ve been naughty, be nice to me.
If I’ve been nice, be wildly filthy.
Kiss me when I can’t shut up,
Let me talk to my heart’s content.
Dance with me in a dim-lit club,
Runaway with me when life gets too much. Hold me till the shivers stop,
Freefall with me, never caring where we’d land.
Look me in my eyes and call me yours
And I’ll forever respond with, “you’ve always been mine.”
I squeeze my legs a little tighter.
My skirt rides up a little higher.
I shift from side to side, trying to ease my discomfort.
But your hands between my legs would be my only comfort.
It should be a sin, looking the way you do.
All the girls in this room have heard stories about what you do.
I’ve been turned on like a tap,
And I sit here, soaked and out of breath.
You’re making your way to me, and I can hardly take it.
Tell me, has any girl ever had to fake it?
If this is what it means to be wanton,
Oh boy, bring it on.
I must be in hell, but I do not doubt that I am in the right place.
They all say tasting you is a sin, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.
When I feel, I want you to feel it too.
That’s how I want us to be, stuck together like glue.
But your heart is locked and hidden like an ancient book
And I can no longer read your pages.
The mere thought of you being okay with hiding your vulnerable parts from me
Has me coming apart at the seams.
You love me more than I love you. I’ve never fully seen you, not the way you see me.
We have always known this. You’ve felt it in the way I don’t squeeze your hand every time you hold mine.
I look away when you look at me; when you move in to taste my lips, your kisses land on my cheeks.
If a part of you knows I’ll never fulfill you, why does your heart keep coming in search of mine? I need to let you go so that you can be with someone who looks at you like maybe you’re the sun. I want to leave you a good man for someone deserving.
Don’t give me your all, I’ll waste it.
Preserve it for another who will come and multiply it, so you never run dry.
If breaking your heart now is the better choice, it is the only noble thing I can ever do for a man with a heart as kind as yours.
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