I feel something within
Myself, and I desire his body.
Do I love him? Is it worth it?
Ah, what does it matter,
I love the feeling.
It is temporary, but I
Just want the feeling.
Again and again, I tell him
"I love you" but
What I mean is
"I love your body."
I can't control myself,
I want more.
It's my downfall, and I
Keep falling for the idea
Of pleasure in my core.
I promise myself not
To let this vice control
Me, but I know that's a lie.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
