I don’t even like you. But you sure as hell made me believe so.
We never talked before, i was a ghost until you decided i was pretty enough . And i know i always say to respect yourself but as any teenager i was lost in the idea of lust. The idea that i was pretty enough to be cherished. So on that same day i gave you my arms. Because everyone needs to be embraced, and you look like the type of guy who needs love to find his place.  But you see, i don’t even like you but i know that my arms could create an embrace that most would never experience, which is why i first gave you my arms. Because till then, that was all i could give you. I don’t even like you yet the next day i gave my chest. So you would feel that my beating heart would dance to the rhythm of yours, so your hands could wonder some new land that you think you were the first to explore. I gave you my chest so you would know that not only am i a woman, but i have feelings too. I don’t even like you but still as the days past i kept offering you more pieces of my body as if i were to vanish from my sense and become one again in your hands. So the next piece i gave you was my back. I was willing to take off my shirt to reveal my insecurities to which you looked mesmerised, you made me feel like a goddess. Because no matter what flaw i pushed your way to not only convince you to not be with me but to convince myself. I dont even like you still as the days passed and i gave you my whole body. My legs were just roads you had to follow, some kind of undiscovered richness your tongue felt the hunger taste. I don’t even like you, my stomach was another curve you followed as if it were to guide you, you sometimes got caught in my waist, you'd look up and smile. Like any teenager, i smiled too. Because why deny myself the right to be with a guy who treats me right, right? I don’t even like you, but it sure as hell feels like i do, because i get jealous when those wandering hands explore anothers arm. Because you made me feel like the new america when you were with me and now I’m just conquered land thats forgotten for who knows what reason.
But now my lips have forgotten your distinct taste, and my hands no longer know where to follow so they too are wandering. My hip will no longer respond when called for. My back will no longer arch with the thought of your presence, my arms are no longer yours to embrace. My feet will no longer be walking to your house, room, to your bed, because it is no longer in their nature. My eyes will not open at the sight of your message, because i don’t want to talk. I don’t even like you. But you sure as hell made me believe i did.