Meaningless Sex.
(not one of my better poems)
8/3/04
I felt this washing back
upon me yesterday:
I need this, I need it
every single day.
I'm hungry, but now there's
just no way to satisfy.
I'm back to having this instinct
ripping apart my mind.
I was living the ideal our
higher minds always dream of:
a girl I deeply care for,
a meaningful relationship...
then something got
so horribly fucked up
and my soul spasms with the pains
that it cannot reject,
and now my body yearns
for some meaningless sex.
Deep down,
you've got to know,
you've got to understand:
it's instinct, dear,
there's no one to blame.
And masterbation's
just not the same.
We're so much more,
but we're still animals.
The heart may bleed,
but the body has needs.
We've come so far,
but we're still animals.
And it won't stop screaming
till you cave and feed.
Deep down,
you've got to know,
you've got to understand
that I've got a soul,
but that I'm also a man
and that at some higher level
I really seek some depth
but that higher level is wounded now
and now my body yearns
for some meaningless sex.
I'm so sick
of love and trust,
I just need to fuck.
I'm so sick of
being abandoned.
Meaningless sex or bust.
(not one of my better poems)
8/3/04
I felt this washing back
upon me yesterday:
I need this, I need it
every single day.
I'm hungry, but now there's
just no way to satisfy.
I'm back to having this instinct
ripping apart my mind.
I was living the ideal our
higher minds always dream of:
a girl I deeply care for,
a meaningful relationship...
then something got
so horribly fucked up
and my soul spasms with the pains
that it cannot reject,
and now my body yearns
for some meaningless sex.
Deep down,
you've got to know,
you've got to understand:
it's instinct, dear,
there's no one to blame.
And masterbation's
just not the same.
We're so much more,
but we're still animals.
The heart may bleed,
but the body has needs.
We've come so far,
but we're still animals.
And it won't stop screaming
till you cave and feed.
Deep down,
you've got to know,
you've got to understand
that I've got a soul,
but that I'm also a man
and that at some higher level
I really seek some depth
but that higher level is wounded now
and now my body yearns
for some meaningless sex.
I'm so sick
of love and trust,
I just need to fuck.
I'm so sick of
being abandoned.
Meaningless sex or bust.
