Come over here and love me already.
I think you kind of do.
I don’t know if I am lovable anymore, I’m so ready for it, it’s unbecoming.
I am un-becoming, coming undone,
My skin aches for human touch
Yet Saturday I had a gorgeous girl in my bed and
She was begging to stay,
And I could only tell her to leave.
I forgot how to trust anything.
Sleep around less.
Have left his place.
Maybe not have posted about our crazy sex.
Stop thinking about exes.
Not delude myself into thinking
That a man who
Ignored me for days on end
Would have stuck around if
I only kept my mouth shut about
Not keeping my
I should let you love me.