Wanting more is a pitfall
Some things are better the way they are
There is nothing soft about him--his arms are like stone, his hands are leather ropes, eyes of cut glass, and he's heavier than my lungs at the bottom of the ocean.
But this time, I'm not gonna hold my breath
The air is light inside my chest
and the oxygen in my head helps me see this for what it really is, and you for who you really are
But when I lay in bed at night, I still feel your heat between my thighs
And I can't help but tell myself that I'm what you've been waiting for.
Be careful what you wish for, my mom once said to me
What you think keeps you alive won't keep you on your feet.
