D4-What I'Ve Gotten Myself Into, and Out Of

Inside friends but more Everyone knows I’m beyond A friend or tinder whore Hitting spots you love and cuddling up We pretend that it’s just touch Time spent isn’t much; strange to think. Listening to Frank Ocean Told me not to show emotion We’ve been doing this for months It’s beyond the sex But you do it best Situation is a mess Even so I’m truly vexed. I look up to you (literally) I volunteer I want you To show me what to do Won’t work for free Did that as a teen But where have you been My whole life Let me down twice Third times the charm I’ve learned it’s beyond The sex and the second time We’ll do it right this time You brought me back To rub your back And gave me back that feeling I would spend The rest of my days exploring you. I see you in everything. Real life, in my dreams. Am I exploring life for you? Are you my muse? Is that a problem? I’m going to make more cookies. You don’t know that. Didn’t ask. Want to share? I know you like them. Those are facts. No emotion there.