Our bodies entwined
Our lust explodes
We shield our emotions
Only display pure attraction
No hearts involved
Pure pink matter
Feelings stay absolute
Like pure unadulterated vodka
We drink to passion
On the rocks
...
But we are too comfortable in our current states
Don’t want to disrupt the tide
Steady motions
Ignore the nagging voices
The ones that tell us we are worth more than just our physical selves.
Thinking about that makes things complex
We start to ask for more,
To want more
But we fear disappointment
Have phobia for rejection
Our belief in our own inadequacy keeps us lagging behind
Losing to our insecurity
We are covered with doubts of who we truly are
So we stick to lust.
It is easy
Doesn’t ask for much
Shields us from pain,
Hurt,
Rejection.
Happy with just being okay,
Well, maybe not happy
But somewhat content
A contentment that is fueled by mistrusting our own abilities
They say we sell ourselves short
But what if we don’t even really know what we are worth.
To sell ourselves short,
We must have some previous knowledge of where we stand.
If we lack that,
Then we are just selling ourselves at the price of our assumed worth
And if we never know our true value
We never yearn for more
We are never hurt.
Have a party for just being okay
At least we are better than some.
Like lukewarm water
Our emotions never find a side
They exist right between living and not living at all
So we stay stranded
As we mock people in love
And feel pity for those heartbroken
We are the wise ones
The ones who never fell…
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