It's all just words and writings

The will to feel each other skin to skin while sleeping in one bed you want me, don’t deny it you know it’s not right, it won't be right Trying to distract myself from crying telling you perverse ideas Making you sweat and tell me what you’d do to me if I were there The ideas get more grousome each time we talk tickets to my city are being bought The hotel is being booked I’m a child dressed up as an adult Sitting on the edge of the bed Why do I keep going? it’s not right I hate how my body reacts to your words of holding me down, choking me, staring into my eyes It’s all inside my mouth All I see in my head is a repeating stream of fantasies I reread them imagine them feeling it inside of me for hours like in coma I repeat them in my head and if you ask me how I feel I wouldn’t know what to say How dare I complain when I did this to myself It's all just words and writings