If you are the bitch they say you are, then you are good.
You got me.
I got you.
In my bloodstream.
In my head.
Crawling beneath the surface.
Making my skin itch.
You made all the right moves, said all the right things.
And you kissed me with an intensity even I couldn't miss.
You played me like I play them and this abrupt 180 has fucked me up.
I want you.
Me and my ego think we can have you.
And why the fuck shouldn't we?
I'm already paying the price for your need, facing the consequences of your fucking actions!
Not mine. Yours!
What was it?
You can tell me...
Boredom?
Horniness?
Power?
Those reasons I could understand.
But what if you said is true?
You are gay.
Then its the saddest thing I've ever heard.
You bailed on who you are.
Because its lonley.
Hard.
You're an accidental straight.
He will never do it for you like I can.
He can never set you free.
Realise yourself, find your wings.
Follow you soul, the body will come.
Know who you are.
Don't be afraid.
I will be there.
