When Love Makes You a Whore

Love, a beautiful feeling,

An exceptional bliss,

A flight of emotions,

Waterfall of tears

And lifetime of happiness,

Of memories, of gifts

Of expectations and of love.

But with emotions comes

Another feeling, the lust

That hides in our Hide.

Emotions are just a gateway

For freedom from abstinence.

A kiss, a hug, a touch

Flares up the desires within.

Your love, your trust takes you to the bed

Where you give yourself completely away

And give up yourself physically, mentally and emotionally..

Just to fill the last part of love.

But what happens when your love betrays,

And when you wake up from a night of making love

And find an empty bed by your side

You’re left alone, betrayed and broken,

And now physically scarred as well.

What difference does it make then,

When you fuck a random person,

With at least no expectation in your heart

To find them holding you next morning.

At least no tears will fall

for finding yourself alone.

Those lonely nights can be surpassed

But not the ones wetted by tears

And filled with cries of longing and pain.

Then why is love needed,

To satisfy your lust,

When in the end, love leaves you a whore, but

Just for the worse.

Then why is not feeling like a whore

Better than being made one by force,

When in the end you know, that

‘making love’ is just reduced to a ‘fuck’.

~k~