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Fact


Fact:

 

His lips were soft

 

They tasted like nothing

 

Fact:

 

His hands were big

 

They left no impression on my skin

 

Fact:

 

He held me close

 

And I thought about Spanish homework

 

Fact:

 

His eyes are beautiful

 

And I did not stare deeply

 

Fact:

 

His voice was soft

 

And I was blank

 

Fact:

 

I have wanted someone

 

To look at me

 

For so long

 

That when he did

 

When he stared at my face

 

And cupped my cheek

 

And stroked my hair

 

I felt nervous

 

I felt aroused

 

But in my heart

 

Where I wanted to feel it-

 

Fact:

 

I can’t even let myself have this moment uncomplicated

 

And I feel nothing.

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Comments (2)

itsyagirl_amirightladies
<p>I love this. It is indeed very truthful, I can completely relate to these feelings. I'm so glad I'm not the only one.</p>
Erin Leigh
<p>A poem exploring one of the many sides of love experiences, very nice and truthful.</p>

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