There was something about the feelings of other boys that never looked true for me. Maybe because I could see how they overestimate a relationship; it is not about the person itself. And I know that feelings can grow up in relationships. However, it never made sense for me. But something about that guy made me feel like his concern for me was real - independently of the kind of concern. And I suppose it was not just about his age, but about his way to be: closed off, kind of indifferent about any other thing except himself; who was too serious to lose his time with a girl like me.
Dressed to kill - or die 💣
True love never dies 🌹
I would invite him to a cafe
To talk about literature, about our lives
But that was not the kind of thing a bad boy would be interesting for
A bad boy desires to ride his motorcycle
For a thousand miles, maybe alone
High-speed, no concerns in his mind
Feeling the wind through the skin
And if he had the chance
Making sex with a lot of unknown faces that, for a good or a bad reason, crossed his way
Faces that will remain unknown after all
And me, well...the only thing I could offer was these kind of sensations
Only by having sex with him
But see, this is not that easy
When all I wanted to do
Was to admire him
While he was admiring life
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