Naiv

What i thought was love, was driven by lust. I told myself "I do what i must." Your hands gliding over my skin. You wished for me to be thin. I asked for affection, you asked for Photos. Call me a fool for making a Pose. You got what you wanted, still you wanted to leave. "How could you?" I asked. Whenever you asked, you recieved. I cried for you to come back, but deep down i knew that your heart is black. For the happiness i have lost, i can only grief. I couldnt cheer myself up. I felt stupid for being naiv.