Maybe I was wrong
Maybe it wasn't right
I bare my soul
Yet don't pay attention
You seek my touch
Begging for release
So I touched your heart
Though you felt nothing
Knowing my love is true
Isn't enough to satisfy you
The physical feeling of skin
Seems to be the only thing that excites you
I withhold my words
They'll never be enough
I withdrew my heart
Uninteresting it was
You beg for my touch
Praying for release
But what about my love
Love that exists without physicality
Was it not enough?
Not what you thought it'd be?
I know a lot
A knowing of unknowing
I was completely up front
From the very beginning
Your words have stung
Full of feelings of hurting
Your words that say I'm not trying
Not to your liking
I've not given you the love
Even though I've been trying
But you want a body
I'm sorry I'm not the perfect man
What you had sought out for
What you envisioned
So now with that I'm hurting
Because I question myself as a man
What is wrong with me?
About the Creator
Brent Horling
I'm a free spirit, who is usually lost in free thought. As life goes on and I age closer to my death, I've come to realize that these free thoughts seem to be all I truly have. And that's okay.
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