we keep bouncing back to each other endlessly

and we both know how this ends, but I still crave to feel you against me, to feel the warmth of your breath on every crevice of my skin, to have your cold hands fall throughout every inch of me

I can't help but hope maybe I am wrong; maybe this time will be right

but when is it ever?

We keep throwing lust back and forth, hoping it’s enough to keep us going, to make us last

but when it is finally said and done, everything we once promised each other is tossed out the door

This so-called love spoils so easily