Infatuation

It kinda hurts

A little spot in chest

A little catch in my throat 

When you go out of your way for her

But wouldn’t lift a finger for me

It kinda hurts 

A little bit in my heart

Creeping it’s way out through my spine 

That I’m not good enough for you
But you’re not good enough for me

And we’re not good enough for tears

And it was never even about us 

Just the sex between us

Just the selfish feelings of ecstasy 

Just the time spent not alone

Just the thought of a warm body holding

 my warm body

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