This









Feeling

That I’m melting before we even touch,

That I’m dissolving here in her arms.

I can feel her eyes peeling back the layers

Of my lies.

She can see straight through

Every pretense I put up that I’m ok.

And when our lips cover each other

In a desperate attempt to feel









Something,

Safe,

Secure,

Happy,

Loved.









Is

That really so unforgivable? That in our endless

Search for love we slept in each other’s arms.

I suppose to some people but I don’t really care.

As long as it’s only me,









It

Will be fine. Right? Because I know only I will have

To endure the humiliation of her “mistake”. Because

She’s the one who gets to be exactly who society wants

Her to be. Why is the way I live my life









“wrong”?