There are bigger things to fret over in the world.
You and I are not one of them.
Where you put your eyes and hands is not a matter of importance to me.
No longer will I cry about the pretty girls body in a brazier on your screen.
She’s so pretty I feel mean.
She’s a body.
I’m a body.
You want quantity not quality and I can’t keep up.
I’m not a number or coin at your disposal.
You’d sooner have a dime,
you told me I was fine
damn and those eyes grabbed me all the time.
I’m a lucky penny. An angels trail at the sole of your shoe.
I’m not a dime to everyone. I’m an angel to many.
I’m quality I don’t cost a thing.
If you choose me my love comes too, it’s a given
I’m here to love you.
But I won’t love you
while you love her, and her
and her too.
I’m not your object of desire.
I ain’t here to light your fire.
You can step back and claim your past.
There’s a reason we leave, our love isn’t received.
Yours is not always what it seems.
Love lies when we justify why we need more than one fuck.
It wasn’t love after all.
It was lust and it’s okay to be hungry in this world but gluttony and greed is a sin.
Lusting is having greed for skin.
A cute Christian boy’s sin.
You want the world so you
take it all in.
Forgetting those by your side will remember the way you dispose of them.
The way you sin.
You lie to me using sweet phrases.
Close in my ear you whisper that you are staying right here. Here to stay and I cringe and wish you’d stop saying that to me as if it’s it meant to soothe my heart.
You don’t turn me on.
Your secrets are catching up and they are the pressure at the base of your throat.
Keep it there.
I don’t care to hear that you are human and to human is to err or whatever..
I get it.
It drives us all into the fire. Burned by passion. I don’t know what else to say, other than I’m okay with never sleeping in your bed again.