Not Ready To Be LovedWarm hands caress my skin,More Like This
and send chills through my body.
I shudder in the darkness
but my shaking only encourages him.
He leans in and softly kisses me
and I turn away in disgust.
Lonely eyes plead for my affection
I can't stand to look anymore.
As he confesses his love for me I sigh
I am just not ready to be loved.
"I've missed you" this one claims
it's been weeks since I broke his heart.
"Holding you, kissing you, making love"
romantic words that conjure sickness inside.
He talks of his honesty, his loyalty, his devotion
he is a good man, this I know to be true.
He cries that he is so lonely without me
and I feel like I should care.
He tells me he loves me with all of his heart
but I am just not ready to be loved.
This last one is the most difficult to resist
because I could have loved him back.
I went to him in sadness