Isthislove

is it wrong that i miss you?

the way you held me,

each and every night.

with soft touches of light on your beautiful eyes did not compare

to the wind that caressed the trees.

like you did to me.

but why did you leave? after you caught the std?

not from yours truly, not me not i.

but another from the streets.

it doesn't count right?

behind locked doors worn from us...

disgusting, you were.

admittedly i hate you.

you stole my heart from the fire

that blazed so warm for you.

it was the start with the glances and looks you threw my way.

you already knew i'd be planning to stay,

you strung me along and left me on purpose.

to see if i'd come back on my knees so perfect.