you slide your hand into mine and you ask if i am free tomorrow i would always drop my plans for you.
you raise your hand as the glass falls to the ground i confuse your anger with love.
if i mistake your kindness as flirting tell me i am wrong do not play with me.
i am alive when we kiss but we only kiss when you’re wasted.
when i am unsure do not continue to pull down my jeans and underwear do not try to convince me.
after i opened my heart to you do not say i am beautiful show me.
how could you tell me you could love me and then kiss her.
if this love -a façade- i want none of it. why can’t you love me back.