I want to be more than just a moment of passion
More than a wrinkle in your bedroom sheets
Hold a greater value than the used condom that is to be thrown away
….. Just like the next girl on your list.
Turn off the lights
You don’t want to see my heart emptying itself before your eyes
The way I’m so willing to smile at you when we make eye contact
You don’t want to see me.
Though my body to you is shaped like a goddess of sex
The person I am is simply not good enough.
To you, commitment is a curse word.
“Love” is not used as a word for endless emotion
But rather the lust that fills you when you find something worth your liking.
You and I
We have very different definitions for Love
Not just the word but its use.
Though we are at many times blinded by lust
The difference is that I can see who can be hurt by it.
For you, as long as you’re satisfied, no harm no foul
You chose the wrong girl
I say girl because Women learned not to fall for such a trap…
You chose the girl who looked like she had the strongest armor
Who didn’t need nor want a relationship
Who was as allergic to the concept of love as you were.
Instead you found the girl who, despite pushing it away,
Still believes in love
Believes that within every douchebag
Lies a gentleman who had gotten as hurt as she did
Who believes that love can bloom through a spontaneous kiss
You found me
I wish I could say it was by mistake
Oh… If dreams became wishes and wishes came true
I knew exactly who I was talking to
The guy every girl wanted to get her hands on
The one night stand that everyone needed to get out of her system
So tell me how just once became a nightly proposal
Where we hide sexual tension behind a few drinks and casual conversation
Where we say we’re just friends helping each other out
Where you believe your commitment with someone else
Holds no weight because there is no ring on your finger
Acting as an anchor to your fleeting needs.
So here we are again.
Turning off the lights so I am no longer an actual person
But a shadow that will fade before the sun rises
The woman you spoke to so casually moments ago
Disappearing under your sheets as you put on a blindfold of lust
No longer just a friend that you occasionally share drinks with
In the morning I return to just being your friend
Your mind deleting the actions of the night before
My lips no longer holding any value outside of telling you the time
My existence no longer valid to your daily existence
…. And I return to wishing to find something more than a moment of passion