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.

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