lover or foe

damn i forgot people really ain't shit fr

I feel an uneasiness in the way you choose to hide what you're up to—
yet you still look at the images I upload.
Is that your way of holding power over me?
Why do you do it?

Are you getting off on the access you have to me—
knowing I don’t get the same in return?
Your curiosity,
just enough to keep me hooked.
Why do you do it?

It makes me wonder if you were ever the person I thought you were.
The one who talked me through it,
who sparked something in me,
who was the first person I physically connected with
when our lips touched
and when I pleasured you.

I never told you this—
but I had never shown anyone what I looked like under those clothes before.
And yet, somehow,
I feel more exposed now
realizing I may have mistaken you for someone kind.

In truth,
you played the part just long enough to get what you wanted—
to have me on my knees,
to feel powerful.

But if you are really that cruel,
why did you hold me like that in the silence?
Why didn’t you rush to leave?
Why did you look at me like you felt lucky to be there?

Was I a fool for believing you were good?

When you left,
did you laugh with your friends about how naive I must be?
Did you strip me of trust the same way you stripped me of my clothes?

Where did the truth start—and the lies end?
Who even are you?