i like your lips,
don’t kiss my hips,
don’t get too comfortable.
i like the way,
you say my name,
but i know it’s a mouthful.
you’re not finding love,
you’re hooked on a rush,
don’t worry i feel the same.
we don’t need ties,
no lingering goodbyes,
but i like my men with the rain.
we both know what we need,
yet we silently bleed under the sheets,
can’t get enough of whatever this is.
you tell me how much you want me,
i tell you you’re the very air i breathe,
is this how we want to live?
it’s how i want to be in this moment,
you tell me i remind you of a lotus,
i crack a shallow smile.
if this isn’t love, it’s selfish
and i guess i don’t care if it’s hellish,
i’ll be in your arms for awhile.
you shower me with attention,
and oh did i mention?
it makes me levitate.
i don’t admit that i need you,
i know that can’t be true,
but maybe it is in this broken state…