The last time was different
Ended up taking my virginity at contract point of full consent
Now we are here again; our strange feelings screaming for release
But it’s opposite to the moment before
You send message after message, and I leave no space for time to relax
Sending it back like a letter kissing the ankles of a bird
This is parallel to that place of familiarity, where I assume our bodies might once again speak
But that does not happen, as our clock calls all around freak time
And it’s a shame we greet ourselves with the common bedroom location
So I hit you up with a “hey big head” text, though I know our relationship calls for other terminology
Just for you to reply “lol, is it wrong that I’m here staring at my ridiculous bedroom door assuming you’d walk in soon”
And that got me wanting you in all inappropriate ways,
Those foreign trumpets of how you might hit home run like the first time
And for that emotion to be met with the discipline of my thoughts, taking parental control of how that time wasn’t right
So I ended our perfect love scene by not replying back
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