Don’t say you love me,

When you have the crave of lust in my image. 

Not the love from within 

Yet, the lust of expiring moments.

Don’t confuse your unconditional love

For a lustful appointment.

It’s not love you see,

It’s your lust of desire that you crave of me.

That you mistaken your love for a fantasy, 

Not realizing the reality that its not love that you are craving 

Yet it’s a moment that satisfies your needs.