Knowing

To know what it means to desire—to yearn.

To know what it means to hate—to loath.

To know what it means to use—to exploit.

To know what it means to lust—to crave.

To know what it means to fail—to lose.

To know what it means to try—to endeavor.

To know what it means—so fuck me, please.

I know what it means—or part of it, at least.

I know what you need—you need to feel me.

I know what it means—we’re weak and carnal.

I know what you need—I want it, too.

I know what it means—I’ll fuck you, too.

I know what you need—at least I think.

I know what it means—we’re using each other.

I know what you need—use me, please.

I know what you need—use me, please.

I know what you need—use me, please.

To know what it means to be pathetic.

To know what it means to be hurt.

To know what it means to be desperate.

To know what it means to be destitute.

To know what it means to be nothing.

To know what it means—I know what it means.

To know what it means—you know what it means?

To know what it means—I know what it means.

I know what you want—you want to forget.

I know what you want—you want to cum.

I know what you want—you want to feel.

I know what you want—you want to leave.

You know what it means—it means I’m your slut.

You know what it means—it means you’ll get what you want.

You know what it means—it means the feeling is mutual.

You know what it means—it means you’re my slut.

You know what it means—it means you’re my toy.

You know what it means—it means we’re made for each other. For now.