And the more we kissed ,
the more we talked,
the more confused we became.

He loved me. He loved her.
He loved her first.
He loved me now.

I loved him. I hated her.
I hated him for loving her.
I loved him for loving her still.

He wanted me. He needed me.
He needed more to go to her, let her
know he loved her still.

I wanted him. I needed him.
I wanted him to forget her, needed
more to let him tell her he loved her.