"unpassionate" poems
Let's pretend our inside jokes
won't make you laugh
Just pretend you didn't stare
and I'll pretend I didn't know
Will it be hard to try?
We can pretend our friends
didn’t try to set us up
Let's pretend that we didn't like it
and I am not your type.
Will you go home and cry?
Just pretend the kisses were unpassionate
Pretend we didn't enjoy cuddling
since my bed was empty the morning after
Will you hug your pillow tight?
We can pretend you didn't reach for my hand
Although I love it when you
wrap your fingers around mine
Continue on pretending
Pretend like there's no connection
No spark
Like nothing's happened
Let's just pretend we never met
Let's pretend we didn't care
I said I'm okay,
pretending to feel better
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
My love for you is quite substantial
Just enough to get us by
When I'm with you, I never panic
My stomach knows no butterflies
My feelings for you are adequate
I kiss you like I do my mother
Politely, cordially, out of duty
Plainly and unpassionate
There are no ups and downs
No disbelief at what I've found
Our love is completely logical
Solid, steady, and sound
My love is understandable
Laid out, and well defined
My love is clearly tangible
No need for even trying
My want for you is sustainable
And well under control
My desire is easily satiable
Like a dead tree that no longer grows
I'll love you this way until I die
Or until the day you leave
And on that day, I will not cry
Nor shall I ever grieve
Because this kind of love is lacking passion
And without true belief
It's the kind of love you're better off without
It will never satisfy your needs
Dec 29, 2013
Dec 29, 2013 at 5:14 AM UTC
The lights lead the way
Slowly
quietly
Leading the path to my destiny
I ponder this journey I take
Tiresome
Unpassionate
Money lust
Sigh
Such is life
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
It does not matter where we come from
When we enter this studio we are equals
So do not act like you are better then me
Just because I live on the 'scary'
Street
Because when it comes down to it
We are only as good as we create ourselves to be
And you are on the same level as me
But we are
Different
In one way
Your dancing is polished
But unpassionate
And mine the opposite
You are on this level from experience
I am here
Because I love it
And it shows
And I work towards it constantly
My brain is messy
I spend long nights
On the cement floor in my living room
Getting bruised
Working till my muscles are too sore
To move
Or i am simply taken over by too much emotion
Because I'm laying on the cold floor crying softly
While the music I am supposed to be stretching to plays
You are in your
Thousand dollar bed
Sleeping peacefully
That
Is the difference between you and me.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC