The thing I liked best
About you,
When first we met
Was number one,
That you said I was prettier in person
And number two,
That I can see through you.
Instinctively, I knew
That you were not a genuinely nice person.
No pretense
Matter of fact
You\'re just that awesome
And pretentious
You kissed me
And for the first time in my life,
I felt nothing.
You are the first person I\'ve met,
That I can\'t feel your heart
Radiating
Pulsing through your skin
And bleeding onto me.
It\'s a refreshing change
To not feel the need to wear my heart on my sleeve
Or if I do,
You wouldn\'t care.
Fucking you,
I felt nothing.
No burning desire to please you,
Or love you,
Or make you mine.
It did excite me, that it excited you
When I bit your lip
So I bit it again, harder
The only pleasure the promise of bringing you pain
And lots of it.
Then you went and said said you liked me,
And you were hurt I didn\'t text you first
Which was confusing, all things considered,
After you jokingly called me a whore
Even more confusing,
An invite to not only come over,
But to stay the night
So I went, and I did, and I\'m still not sure I should have
But seeing your life up close
I think maybe you are lonely
Maybe you\'ve never been truly loved
Worst of all,
Maybe you actually like me
And maybe your awesomeness is all an act,
Covering your insecurities
It was so nice,
Lying in bed with you,
Talking about our lives, your dogs, and soup
With your head in my lap
Maybe I should reconsider you
Maybe