lights please

i don't regret giving you that gift.
it wasn't romantic by any means,
i was never in love with you but more or less obsessed with we
and what we could be. the vision of us haunted me in dreams.
as i laid beneath you and shared your air,
my first thought was "why did i come here?"
followed by "how am i getting home?"
and concluded with "duuuude, where's my phone?"
my body nor my mind belong to you,
love and sex are vastly different entities.
i just know that for the rest of my life i'll remember this
and you'll probably barley remember me.



so much for purity.