him

Him I love him too much But I mean to little I am merely just a girl Who am I in this pickle I love his hands but I hate the taste The taste of bitterness But what time is there to waste? Do I give him my body to let him love me? Do I give in to his wishes in hope of him ACTUALLY wanting me? Does he love me for lust Or hope I'm one to trust. Will I be the one? After I've grown up one day? After I've already given him all there was , said all that can be said? Ive given him something , something dear to me I hate how I feel so very un-guilty I hate how he will never know that he stole a part of me , for I love him too much, too dearly , too much to tell him that I wish he would just treat me like his girl , and I wish he would never read this thoughtful spill I love him too much, it's not good for me . I wish he wanted more than my body.