Melissa Anne
I’m scared to show you my bad side--you don’t even know it exists
someone once said love is about appreciation, not possession but I thought I loved you
Sex isn’t Love and I was Wrong
Today I learned that sex isn't making love
That twisting our bodies together
And pressing them until the goose bump hairs
we hold to our chests are touching
is not a strong enough bond
to hold us together afterwards.
Today I realized that
ejaculating in my mouth isn't love
Shoving yourself down my throat
only catches the words I never got
the chance to say to you
and makes certain I
never will.
Making love is eyes locked
legs intertwined; it is not
my face pressed into the pillows,
eyes closed imagining something else.
Making love involves body parts touching--
fingers reaching out to claw your back
and pull the rest of you closer to me.
Making love is the energy between our lips
It's only made when they come together.
Today I want to make love to you.
Today I want you to know that
I was wrong in thinking that
fucking wouldn't damage my
feelings.
Today I want to find someone who
wants my lips against theirs
mouths closed
more than they want them
on their cock
Today I realized that love can be real.
That you don't need to make love
to feel it.
And I know that I'm the type to let
you go before you say goodbye
I toss them away before they
even notice I was there.
I'm tired of wondering if it is alright
for me to sleep in your bed for the night
I want someone who will ask me to.
Wide-eyed, I want someone to pull me back into bed
For a reason other than
round two.