Who am I really? Nothing but someone to hold when you’re having fun.
Nothing else than another man’s forbidden fantasy of the month.
They only want to keep me alive until life gets in the way, then they get lost.
Going back to their wives is easy once they’ve gotten what they needed the most.
Yet – I’m still unaware what they came out to get. Thrill? Peace?
A piece of me?
I’m not sure my arms can put a wandering mind at ease.
The only thing I’m certain about is that I can’t go another night lonely.
Can’t keep up the pretend that I’m alright, even after they told me:
To never let my feelings roam the streets, especially if they’re messing with people already taken…
If the house is abandoned and filled with ghosts, I might as well break in.
Right? Or am I dismantling a firecracker of moral dilemmas here by just asking –
Is love another way to tie somebody down or is it really everlasting?
-JW
The Daily Writing of Jackie Wright 