…I was not myself for weeks yet nobody noticed.
Good conversation turns me on. A connection between two people, a mental one first.
Does it mean nothing to you, the unblemished thighs I worshipped and the showers of kisses you had from me?
You did not love me,
You just loved the fact that I was here for you.
You loved the attention I gave you,
You loved the fact that I would drop anything for you.
You did not love me, but god,
I loved you.

I don’t want to have the world’s attention. Yours is enough.