she often found herself sending texts at two in the morning.
she sent texts to boys who would never feel anything other than lust towards her.
she knows they'd never need anything more from her yet she couldn't seem to stop herself from sending out those fatal messages.
she supposed she sent them to try and fill the void in her heart left by past lovers who had done her wrong.
although she never really enjoyed the acts that followed as much as she acted like she did.
she figured it was better than another night alone with that same ache in her chest.
being used time after time seems to lose its effect after a while and suddenly she's right back where she started.
she's going through the motions and blocks it out until it's over and she blindly reaches for the discarded clothes on the floor.
and now she's searching for her keys and walking towards the door thinking how stupid of a decision it was to show up in the first place.
she knows it wasn't the right decision but she knows that within the next week she'd be right back in his bed after sending those stupid two in the morning messages.
YOU ARE READING
Behind My Eyes.
Poetrycome pick my mind and stay awhile, make yourself comfortable. it's awfully lonely in here. - inside this book, you'll find five distinct parts: simply me, which tells you almost everything you need to know about me. you, which tells you...
