Posted by Anonymous on 2011/05/18 under Uncategorized I feel like half the time I am a compulsive liar.
Lying to him about simple things has become so easy.
He can’t tell its a smile I am faking.
There’s times I feel like I’m still in love with someone else.
Yet all my friends are jealous.
Cause he says everything I need to hear.
And I couldn’t ask for anything better.
I feel perfectly fine with him.
But I miss screaming and fighting.
And running outside just to kiss in the rain.
But you never make me wait.
Youre charming and I’m comfortable.
However we’ve gotten boring.
We f*** all the time.
I’m not saying the sex is bad.
Its just constant and theres nothing else.
It’s a sexual relationship.
Where’s the fun in that.
Maybe we thing we’re so in love that we’re acting insane.
Because I know I love you.
I’ve given up so much to be with you.
But sex isn’t for me.
It doesn’t cut it for how much I’m in love with you.