Lust

It sucks. The fact that I can't stop thinking about you. And knowing that we could never be more than friends. Everytime I see you it gets a little deeper into my bones, even though I might not notice it at that moment.

I love talking to you, I love kissing you, I love how you accidentally rest your leg against mine, I love the way you unintentionally put your arm around my stomach, I love the way we always share our spliff, I love our epic stories and how they always end in burst of laughter, I love your humour, how you always make me laugh in the middle of saying something, I love how we click perfectly..
But apart from that..
I hate the way you looked at her trying to get her attention, I hate the way I have to pretend that friday night meant nothing to me, I hate how you talk shit about me to him, I hate that I'm just some girl who you hooked up with for one night, I hate how I don't mean a thing to you..

It's exhausting. I told you to go for her, I told you how boring you are online, I told you that night was humiliating. Can't you see behind that hard-to-get mask, there's a girl who's deeply in lust with you. It's crazy how much I fancy you. I just can't get you out of my mind.