Girl Wait
I could see it by the way she looked at me.
She lied to a boy who asked her out saying I date her
I am grown up enough to know how they act when they want me
I also know how to react if she wants me
I kept it low and calm till she
couldn't keep silent.
She wrote...
I feel something for you.
I wrote back
What is that thing you feel
She typed
The only good thing one feels
I typed back
Is it that thing that gives you chills
She scribed
I think it is that thing ontop ov the hills
I described
I am so lost girl find me on the hills.
She prescribed
Can I come find you before the creauture that kills finds you?
I replied
Why not, Its not having you that kills me come find me.
She wanted to speak in metaphores
I had talked to her type before
I knew what she wanted
But I wanted her haunted
By not having what she wanted.
Everybody loves what
They can't have.
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