I'll Be Waiting on the Floor.

by Not Bulletproof   Jun 26, 2006


How can this be true love if I'm feeling doubt?
Or is that what love is supposed to be about?

I cut my wrists and you play your games;
we sleep together and scream out names.

Quiet whispers fill the night,
until they turn to moans;
a quick twist with a simple bite
that puts shivers in my bones.

Have I been led on, honestly?
What exactly do you want from me?

Worse than any other person I've experienced before,
is you, my love; the one who f#cks me on the floor.

Tell me, dear, what exactly are we about?
Because I'm sure it's just you making me shout.

Well, once it was just whispers,
until it became "with fingers";
now I dread each of the nights
as they fill ME with many frights.

Get all your kicks,
you're still a kid;
I'll be your lab rat, babe.

Is true love truly what we're here for?
Well, at least YOU prefer the floor.

I'll take the hits,
I'm still a kid;
I've felt the pain before.

It's true love that I'm with you for,
and until I get it, I'll do whatever you want me for.

Sarah Gammon ©
26/06/06

This is a terrible poem, I know, but I also don't care.
Thanks for reading -xxx-.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Renee

    This isn't terrible, it's human emotion and human instinct. It's only terrible if you let it continue. Many women have problems connecting sex and love, some seek sex to fill the void of love, and when it seems they are in love or have been convinced they are in love, they automatically think sex is a requirement. And when they realize what kind of a man this person they are in love with really is, they think they can just go on doing what they do and eventually the man will fall in love with them. I know that sounds like a bunch of b.s., and maybe it is, but it makes sense to me. I've been going through stuff like this, it's complicated but after I heard the whole story from someone elses mouth, I realized I was substituting sex for a part of my life that is missing. I could go on forever about this subject. So if you want to talk to me anytime you know I'm here. I hope things get better for you.

    Take Care,
    Renee

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