Maybe it IS me

Whose fault is it?
There must be someone to blame
Should I blame myself?
Or start taking names?
For some reason I'm incapable of lending out my heart
Am I more afraid of rejection or of someone tearing it apart?
But what if those aren't the reasons either
Maybe there's a guard up that I need to shed
All I know is I seem to like men for a maximum of few days after we've been in bed
Once that third day comes, I'm as cold as ice
I stop returning calls and trying to be nice

Part of me feels disappointed
I want my money back
I thought sex was supposed to come with true love intact
Two naked bodies colliding
The smell of pheromones
Ah, the temperature is rising
The collision of our bones
The brain is producing chemicals
Pleasure is induced
There's scratching and there's biting
"Hello inner caveman, I don't think we've been introduced."

Maybe I'm not patient enough
Emotions take too long
You've got to find the right words
Pick the right songs..
Maybe bodies get too familiar
Curiosity has got this cat
Yeah, I can be promiscuous
I'm not afraid to wear that hat
A mere infatuation is the closet I've been to having my heart melt
And even then, I wasn't truly sure what I felt
Maybe I'm cold blooded
I chew them up and spit them out
Either way
I'll still be living with doubt.

Reviews

[Holly McClain]

I like the role reversal in this one, and the ambivalence. Is the person in the poem repentant or bragging?