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