I Like You...

You are the epitome of seductive eloquence.

I am drowning in your absence.

You were poetry I struggled to interpret.

Conceptions we're abundant amoungst the inadequate informant.

She pulls back her braids with her fingertips and smiles and asks what does that mean.

Her eyes held my reflection.

My lips spoke with assertion.

My imagination convicted emotions.

I performed without consequence.

Am I wrong to say that I have feelings and they are ambivalence.

I like you enough to know that it feels right.

But, do you like me enough to know what feels wrong.

What am I to you, just an act out of pleasure.

How long will it take for you to be true to yourself and decipher that you actually like pussy too.

Will it take heartbreak to know that this is actually you. Are you happy being closeted and lying about the truth.

I know you like me and I like you too.

That don't mean anything when I'm not the one that you want to pursue.

I put blame on me cause I kind of already knew. That's not your fault but I am not made to be misused. You gave me more than I asked for. I just knew that you I would lose.

At this moment, i am confused.

Be real now, do you really want me or the thought of me because, I'm nearly overdue.

Just think it through because my heart I can't open, lock then undo.

I like you more then you even knew...