Situationship

Did you notice how well I'm doing, not catching feelings? 

How every time you leave, I bite my tongue. 

I hold in those three little words. 

I

Love

You

But, we're just keeping it casual.  

So I don't text you. 

I

Wait. 

Afraid of being "one of those females" 

Like, what the fuck does that even mean? 

But. 

I. 

Wait. 

For? 

Nothing

You must have just forgotten. 

You cum inside me. 

But, we're just keeping it cool. 

You play with my hair. 

Notice, I don't let no one in my hair. 

But. 

You're. 

Different. 

Right? 

Somehow throughout all this casualness

Babe slips out. 

Now, I'm doing too much. 

Taking things too fast. 

Whoa, girl. 

Slow down. 

I thought you knew what this was. 

I just need time to find me. 

He says. 

All the while, I'm losing myself.