Jan 2020
You ask if I love you?
I simply reply I don’t know.
How could one really know,
I’d love truly lies where lust hides.
Do I love you,
When you hold me tight,
When our lips touch,
Or when our bodies connect.
Do I love you,
When I sneak glances,
When I listen intently,
Or when I feel that I can’t get enough.
But when we are together,
My heart flutters,
My hands shake,
I feel tingly.
I feel special.
But you ask my if I love you,
I still can’t respond.
Is it me being with you?
Or being apart of you?
When the heat rushes,
When my legs shake,
**** I know I’ll be sore in the morning,
But that isn’t love.
Love shouldn’t be afraid.
Love shouldn’t be hidden.
It’s shouldn’t be shameful,
Or questioned.
But I guess it doesn’t matter either way.
Because you never asked me if I loved you in the first place.
I simply reply I don’t know.
How could one really know,
I’d love truly lies where lust hides.
Do I love you,
When you hold me tight,
When our lips touch,
Or when our bodies connect.
Do I love you,
When I sneak glances,
When I listen intently,
Or when I feel that I can’t get enough.
But when we are together,
My heart flutters,
My hands shake,
I feel tingly.
I feel special.
But you ask my if I love you,
I still can’t respond.
Is it me being with you?
Or being apart of you?
When the heat rushes,
When my legs shake,
**** I know I’ll be sore in the morning,
But that isn’t love.
Love shouldn’t be afraid.
Love shouldn’t be hidden.
It’s shouldn’t be shameful,
Or questioned.
But I guess it doesn’t matter either way.
Because you never asked me if I loved you in the first place.
Going through life I have never experience my chance at having my first love yet. I wrote this poem when I was finally with someone for the first time believing that I could love them and they everything would be okay. It didn’t work out but having these questions in this poem was a real eye opener for me into discovering what I really needed. And it wasn’t him.
