I deserve you to hurt me, I really do. I know I like you too much for this game we're playing to remain. I know you're "situation", alleged situation anyway. You've got a long term girlfriend whose really your 'best friend', you don't have sex all that often, you even went on holiday and didn't once. You say she's your closest friend but you just can't let go, until you have to move away. Other people say you're with her because she's a model, so what do you see in me? We met on a Thursday and fucked on the Saturday, it'll happen again and again: I hope.
After a chain of drunken kisses and singing along to your tattoos, we hopped into a cab, fumbling on the back seat. Back in your car as we waited for the others to get home you told me I was beautiful, but you meant it in a rip-your-clothes-off kind of way. We had the filthiest sex I've ever known, the scratches on your back and carpet burn on your knees in the morning showed that. When we got in bed that night, you held me in your arms and sang 'can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now, wish right now.' All I could do was wish that in the morning you'd kiss me again. My wish came true.
With music playing all night we awoke to the lion king and laughed together, singing and kissing and pleasing each other a little more. You made spiderman and the hulk 69 and we laughed about step brothers. Why can't I help but feel you are my ideal man, when really all you are is a cheat.
You won't break my heart, I won't let you get close enough.
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