Wasn’t searching for love in my 20s, feeling like I was 16
Lovestruck, naive mindset, enticed by some teenage dream
I gazed at your visage, quite angelic
My faith soon to be deconstructed in the flames like some unknown relic

You swept me off my feet with lies and sweet nothings
Those parties, those hangouts, all so I can feel something

On a scorching June night, I found my courage and confessed
The happiness that welled up from me, the moment you said yes
Hand on my thigh, you confirmed that you liked me
A first kiss so magical, so enchanting, so free

But everything came with a catch when you pulled out the sarcophagus
You said “I want something casual. You’re too innocent and monogamous”

Buried before it even started, I stumbled and fell
Yet I followed a “friendship”...