Today’s prompt is Lust for Love. I’m not really sure what to do for this prompt. Let’s get into it.
Thinking about you. Well it would only be fair if I write a post about him, I do think about him, Shit, maybe I was all about him. I find myself wondering what would happen if we made it. Looking into those hollows eyes, I should have known I faked it. I was slowly ascending into a bleak void.
The space I done crawled out of where I wasn’t able to look at my own face. But then I found myself back again instead of a love, he was only my friend.
You asked me if this was real, I replied I shouldn’t lead you on
You told me “Let me know the deal”
Why did you have to come off so strong
But that’s how it goes
When I don’t want nobody
I force myself to love somebody
It could’ve been anybody
Because we all want love
I just want mine quick, anyway, anyhow,
gotta get it how you live
but I don’t live this way though
But what if I get played though
You’d laugh because I don’t think about that
I’m in the moment, I’m in the mood, I’m in the groove.
For someone who loves consistency
Anxiety made an impression on me
Consistent at night-time whenever I least expect it
this shit was inevitable
I gotta lust for love
I guess love gets me wet
You see I don’t think I don’t think I don’t think I don’t think
I want to be loved I want to be loved I want to be loved I want to be love
just love me love me love me love me
tell me you’ll never leave
and if you do, you’ll still love me because this is true
I think about how you said that I made you happy and you asked if we should get married. I agreed but we both laughed and you said but we really don’t know each other. As I started to talk about myself of who i really was, in comes the love lost in a hail of gunfire. I thought I would be good for you, I made you happy didn’t I? but you said, remember that time when you fingered me and I started to cry that was the moment i knew it was over. you were leading me back to an emotional wreckage that i done removed myself of. I guess is goodbye forever. I got a lust for love. Even when it’s over, I still touch my self sober.