You’re mean

Why are you so mean to me?

You know,  everything you do hurts me in so many ways. Every time you talk to me, the smirk on your face saws me in half. When you pass behind me, the air you move feels like a hurricane inside of me. I’m all messed up. Will you please stop staring at my back, it’s so intense it burns. And when you talk to other girls, the exchange punches me right in the ribs. Most of all, when you look at me, stop sending lightning down my spine, it’s making me weak and it hurts so bad.

I wanna know though, do you even realize how much I hurt because of you? Of course you don’t. You don’t realize that your hands on me could stop the pain, or that your attention is all I’m wishing for. I don’t even want your love, nothing complicated. I just want to be the one you  beg to come over when you feel lonely, and needy. That’s all. I want it so much. That’s why I hurt. I want you to want me as much as I do. And when you’ll finally see how good I can make you feel, you’ll never want to get rid of me.

I’ll be the one making you ache from desire. But I won’t ignore you, far from that, I’ll make sure you feel as good as you make me feel so that you never leave and beg me not to either. At this moment, I’ll be completely healed.





Wanna try this?

Maybe that’s not love that I want with you.

Maybe that’s not what I see in your eyes when you look at me.

Maybe I just want to be wanted and it’s got to be from you.

Maybe you’re the sexiest person I know.

Maybe you think the same.

Maybe you want the same things ;


No love, just laughs

No calls, just urged texts

No feelings, just teasing

No passion, just released tensions

No strings, just sex

Nobody knows, just our bones

Nobody sees, just our sheets

Nobody doubts it, just the sunlit

Nobody feels the secret, just our breaths.


Maybe I really want to do this. Maybe you really want to do this too.

What do you think, wanna try this?



Why do I seem to always get myself in trouble? When it’s not with school it’s got to be with something else. Oh now, how I wish it would be about a test I didn’t study for. But it’s not, and it’s even worst. I found myself getting involved in something when I shouldn’t have. You.

I remember that night perfectly. The moment I knew I messed up. It was at a party at a friend’s house. It’s kind of funny to think that I’ve known you for a year but it’s on that night that I finally saw you. I remember when you walked in, all eyes were on you, but yours met mine first. Why me?  This is probably what gave me the confidence I had that night. Maybe the alcohol running through my blood helped as well. You were there for a year and never have I wanted you so much. We are so different though. But that night, our differences got us closer.

Flirting, that’s not something I do, but I surprised myself doing it. What is happening with me? I’m not a touching person neither, but I remember the feeling of your shirt on my hands when I would bump your arm. The warmth of your body siting next to mine. Your dark eyes constantly in mine. Your sexy big hands brushing my thighs. Your smirk growing as the night goes on. You knew you had me. I knew you had me. There was nothing I could do to stop the feeling of wanting you. But I knew it wasn’t right.

What would’ve happened if we would’ve been alone that night? I think I know. But what would have happened if one of us never showed up that night?

I think I know it too. I wouldn’t be that into you today. I wouldn’t be such in pain since we just can’t happen.

Why do I always put myself in positions where I lose control.

I’m so in trouble.