Wednesday, June 15, 2011


it's the face
God I can't explain it
it's like a mix of him
wanting to fuck
and him
feeling like hot shit.
it always makes me back away.

and when i see the face
it's always mixed for me
I like feeling
s e x y
and well, wanted
but then my mind over rides that
and slaps my face.
I'm not a fun toy,
i don't need to be treated like one

there should always be
present in even fooling around,
and when the
pops up,
it feels like there is a
lose of respect.

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