Love Me Like You Love Your Boyfriend.
feeling his eyes on the part of my hair,
the cold ice blue,
chilling every feeling i'll ever have for him.
the stare crystallizes what will never be between us.
he could call me his dirty little pretty,
brushing fingers across my stomach,
brushing his mouth against my lips.
and none of it will mean a thing.
a ribbon in a mine field,
one that isnt composed of flesh and veins.
and those eyes tell it all.
i wish that i could know, still,
to have it written in ink,
or better yet,
blood or cum.
that he could never want me,
that its not even about me.
and maybe i could look at him again,
eyes resting on me for different reasons.
over tequila shots,
joints being passed around,
i might immortalize the words.
that i love him.
and i want him to love me the way he loves his boyfriend.
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