You're a whore
A complete slut
But I'm no betterYou say you like me
But is that true
You were my first kiss
But I was nowhere nearThe signals you're sending me are more confusing then my homework
You don't want to be hurt again
I get that
I would never force myself upon you
Like he didI've seen you go through boyfriends
All the while sharing late night makeout sessions with me
Then going back to himShould I believe you when you said you liked me
Or should I trust my instinctsEveryone sees us as a couple
But they don't see how you push me away when I try to kiss you
Only for you to want to make out in the school bathrooms the next day
All the while knowing I have a girlfriend
But also knowing how addicted I am to you
Just like those cigarettes you got me started on.
YOU ARE READING
lesbian poems
PoetryJust an angsty gay teen actually doing something for once (it's all in the title)