ART IS FOR THE SOUL

I wish we had met at a different time

i wanna go back to the time where i could wonder who you were and it felt safe because it wasn’t the truth. i wish i didn’t know you, i wish i had left alone the future we couldn’t contain, the future that lingers in the thought of you. what could we have had? it wonders in every breath of warm coffee i smell. every time my cold hands touch my warm body i get shocked cuz i think it’s you. and then it all comes back. every time i masterbate and my hands are cold. i wonder if it’ll be you again.

i wanna go back to wondering what we could be. what you could have been. what i could have showed you. what we could have seen. what we could have been. how much better our sex could have been every time our love would grow. because it wasn’t lust and i know it in my heart. and that’s what made the sex so damn good, it was because it was love hidden as lust.

every time you would look away with your shy doe eyes, it seemed like you were afraid to love me more than your other lover. it seemed like you weren’t used to the love i gave you because what you’re used to receiving is pure lust. you wanted an illusion of what you wanted and once you got it you felt in delusion.

confused ass mother fucker. get the fuck out of my fucking skull. get out of my chest get out of my body get out of my cold hands and let me jack off in peace like i used to.

i wish we had met a different time. i wish we had met in the summer so that your hands weren’t so damn cold. so that i can get my dopamine in the fucking winter. so that maybe you could have met me first than the slut you think is yours.