Is a heterosexual story
But can be applied
To any relationship in mind.
He felt lust
A status, not trust
Her thighs were the gateway
All he knew was hurry
She wanted a toy
Disguised within a ploy
Of attraction and need
She must sample and feed.
He wanted to break the rules
Be the bad one at schools
Lure the ripe peaches
With honeyed tempting speeches.
She wanted to be grown
Leaving the parents at home
Hopped that crotch rocket
To hell, or the next sunset.
He needed to show and put out
A big boy now, he shouts
Bitch I’m a man
This is all my master plan.
She needed to feel whole
Add more boys to her role
And she passed right through them
Like a pig trampling gems
He needed tactile notches
To feel clever like foxes
Because he doesn’t know himself
He’ll grab any trophy from the shelf
She lines up to the left
And struts right through his heft
He’s just another passage
Rights of a greedy savage
He struts to the right
And thrusts through her light
She’s just another cave
Selfishly, a method to self-save
And so, they march through each other
Blindly mislabeling themselves a lover
They dynamite past with bludgeoning force
Trample each other like the stampeding horse.
Then wonder at the wreckage they left behind
Gaping at wounds inflicted in kind
Never realizing that their fancies of love
A mere battlefield, both guilty of the fatal shove.
He was never the goal point
She was never the venture joint
Just doors standing in the way
A passage to pass the day.
An archway crumbles without a keystone
Relationships wither without water sown
A sanctuary of entitlement
Is no home of enlightenment.
Know thyself then find a lover?
Just use them to hide and cover!
They don’t know any better anyway
Love drunk works the same every day
Photo Credit: Massa