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Click hereAuthor's Note:
This is something I originally scribbled on a napkin when I was feeling entirely disillusioned with the concept of love. That feeling hasn't entirely gone away and I wrote this over a year ago, so maybe I'm not disillusioned at all, perhaps it's just a stage in growing up.
I've got a hard drive full of equally mediocre poetry, who knows, if this gets a good response I might post more.
Thanks for reading guys, it means a lot.
WriterMonkey.
Never Simple.
If I were to tell you I love you,
I'd only be half right.
You lips on mine,
A high unequalled.
Conflicting emotions, never still in
My head, never calm when I'm
Thinking of you
And when am I not?
Any moment with you is magical,
Any moment with you is cherished.
As I know it's
Probably the last.
If I were to tell you I hate you,
I'd only be half right.
I hate the way you play me, as
a master pianist plying her craft.
Wowing the hundreds
We are on stage for.
Your fingers through my hair,
I hate that it's all I want when you're not here.
Your head on my
Shoulder.
All I can't stand when I'm with you,
All I need when I can't be.
If I were to tell you I need you,
It would be the whole truth.
The quirks I can't
get out of my head.
The smell of you lingers in my
mind for days, like you never leave.
If I were to tell you, after you go
That I could look and not care,
It would be a lie.