Now, I've sacrificed my morals for you. No one else has ever come close. You won me over with over-used words and warm embraces with respect to my idea of innocence.
I told you I would never judge you and I didn't when I learned of the number of women you've fornicated with. "Fuck making love, lust is all I'm after." Is that what you were thinking the third,... and forth,... and fifth time ? Because by then everyone you ever loved left and the only thing you knew to do was get off ? Because I understand, if thats what you need to hear. You were so worried, others were so proud; I liked that you cared how I felt.
You try so hard. You're moving so fast. But being me, I don't want you too deep and end in disappointment. I'm an endless disappointment. But you're an optimist: another boy who believes his heart is already so bent it can't break. I hate to be proven right, but I am.
You hold an idea of answered prayers in your back pocket: its a love letter addressed to the girl you spend Tuesday nights with. She keeps her stomach covered and legs entangled around you. She uses obvious excuses to kiss you, and almost, just almost, falls asleep on your shoulder at barely 10:30. You call her 'baby' and touch her face, despite her general hatred of that.
She likes you.... a lot. Don't worry about that. And the boys in her past, thats where they're staying. When jealousy encompasses you, she'll hold your hand and recite her thoughts; you know no one's ever been so close.