Why can’t you just give me the love I deserve, the way you give it so easily to the others who don’t even believe in you?
The taste of champagne and desire floats
between our tongues as he clutches
my body, I guide him to me.
You deserve better than a person who treats you like a doormat – even if a huge parts of you loves and wants to be with that person. You deserve better than a job that doesn’t compensate you fairly – even if you enjoy and feel personally fulfilled by the work you’re doing.
When I picture us together, the world stops.
I’d love to love you. Yes, I’d love to hold you tight and whisper in your ear that I do, I really do.
The way you were unhinged me/And I haven’t pieced myself back together since
This kind of man is attracted to a charming, elegant woman. He has no time for someone who is full of herself, and his biggest turn off is a female who is pompous and flashy.
In my mind it’s all so simple. Movement, trusting, feelings, confidence. And when I’m there in my mind, seeing the world carry on as best it should, I will be a whole person
Love and desire are opposing forces, a paradox in which only one can live.
There’s an idea that vertigo is less a fear of heights and more a fear that you might jump. A similar sensation can be found in certain social situations.