jon's log

It’s not a competition.

We met.

We flirt.
We met again.
I let you catch me,
devouring your flesh with my eyes.
We chatted.
We met, yet again.
You drove me home.
We fucked.
We woke up next to each other.
I resisted.
I resisted.
I resisted.
I fell in love with you.
I resisted some more.
We lived together.
I moved out.
I loved you more than anything, ever.
I resisted.
I fucked other women.
I loved you the whole time.
I wouldn’t unfuck anyone,
but I loved you the whole time.
Still resisting.
I won.

I fucked more women.
Realised some realisations and realised,
I’m done resisting.
I may not be ready,
but when will I ever be ready?
I visited you,
committed to you.
One night as lovers,
again.
You resisted.
Said goodbye.
You won.

(Source: whoislikedog)