Love

Don't let the title fool you- this is not a love poem!

I feel your skin brushing up against mine,

I can feel your heart beating with life,

And that little smile of yours makes me feel divine;

You know exactly what makes me tick.

 

Your piercing eyes can go beyond the surface,

Far beyond and below to my soul,

Thought my soul's not perfect, and you're making me nervous;

You know exactly what makes me sick.

 

You seem distracted when I talk,

And I notice you only seem to enjoy sex,

And when another girl passes you gawk;

Why do I feel like I'm being tricked?

 

Excuses are pouring out of your lips,

And they all take you away from me,

And everyone tells me to get a grip;

Geez, are you really such a dick?

Author's Note

Like the last one I posted, this one is also a little rough.

Reviews

[iamkim]

awe... nice poem!