My heart tells me to text you

But my brain tells me not to

Too many times before

People see me as just the whore

I’m tired of being the 3am call

I’m not a fucking free-for-all

When I listen to my heart

Things tend to fall apart

What I want is simple

For you to show me a signal

That I’m not just a toy

You can sexually destroy

But a person you can talk to

About your late-night drunken tattoo

Or even that dream that made you scream because the theme was too extreme

I want to be your friend

No need for me to pretend

I feel a connection

It’s not my fault I have affection

You made it so easy

To like you completely

To want to follow my heart

Even if things fall apart

So here I am

Ready to admit

That I don’t want to quit

Because

Frankly

You’re worth it

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