today, I want to start by saying
that work, is getting to me. no
the boy at work, is getting to me.
but that, is tomorrow. and yesterday
was the boy in the back seat.
the one that acts like he's magic,
when really I'm just in love.
and 500 of my emotions is just
"I want him, to want to be in me!-
(because mostly I am still a whore)-
and I want to start the dance with
fucking you and; being myself
about it.