Man, I wanna go on a date.
Or just asked out properly on a date, period.
It’s all sex with you.
Booty calls and no texts back.
It’s not geniuine anymore.
I want to be courted. Someone who is interested in what I have to say and think. Who asks me questions about myself and makes me think deeper. I want breakfast dates and late night drives to get snacks. I want to be curled up next to someone who loves me for me, not the idea of me.
You’re giving me a taste of my own medicine. It’s bitter, but it goes down smoother with your hands around my neck.
