me, the pirate queen

when by the end of the day i feel
stretched out like my holey sweater,
couldn't hold together for the whole
six hours i've been dressed like this,
you want to text me "hey" and i think that
maybe my mistake has been
only underestimating your adoration,
and i don't know if i have more of a
conscience than she suspects or if i am just
not yet well-travelled enough
but i do not want to lead you on,
i only want to enjoy a few hours,
i overestimated your proposals and i
should have maybe
waited a week to spring it on you,
not talked, not thought, taken what i want
and then beg innocent later
when you realized you actually wanted more.