Wish I could be mad at you for not understanding me.
That my actions & words didn’t give you a clear picture of my intent.
I wish I vould say I’ll call you later knowing how I discard my ex lovers, don’t expect a good morning text or even a weak wyd.
Been there done you & now I’m thru.
Reality hit me, sex just isn’t enough.
It’s the best part of what we do & that’s the worst part. My mind is more excited doing paperwork than getting you worked up.
Sex won’t sustain me, at least not these days.
It’s been uncomfortable in the weirdest & worst ways.
Each great experience against horrifying ones.
I wish you knew you like I know me.
Reality set in
It’s apparent we don’t fit or match up. In life, on paper, in bed it’s always a fight of futility.
Tuning out of you & back into me
The focus is apparent
Our pictures aren’t meant to be intertwined.
Nor are we each other’s focus
Let this end