I’m sorry for welcoming you into my bed,
But not into my heart.
I’m sorry you opened your heart to me
And I only opened my legs.
Sometimes I feel the only way I can attract the opposite sex,
Is with my body, my lips, my sexuality.
Sometimes I feel my mind is too fucked up to be loved,
So I offer what I know won’t be rejected.
It’s an unconventional way to show affection,
But it’s the way I show it.
The safe way to show it.
No heart, no feelings, no emotions.
I know my mind and heart are not too fucked up to feel, to love.
But I know others will believe them to be.
I can handle the bodies never returning to my bed,
But I can’t handle the thought,
That one of those bodies would have a grip on my heart, a look into my mind, a glimpse into the chaos,
And that be the reason they don’t return.
So when I bare my body
Instead of my soul
Know I am opening myself up to you the only way I have ever known
The only way I have ever been comfortable with.
When you bare your heart and soul to me,
I am listening.
But don’t expect me to reciprocate in the same manner
I have to protect myself first.