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The Truth in our Taboo
What breeds this cursed emotional deficiency?
No relation or mental consistency.
This broad detachment and lack of empathy,
Means people hold a warped expectancy
That I am struggling to fulfil.
Thousands of men rave about sex.
Explaining, exclaiming and ever-encasing
Beautiful women world-wide.
To show such affection is an effort for me.
Not that I can't feign and fake
The affection of fornication
But ultimately, the one show of pleasure
That is impossible to forge
Won't disgorge.
Hence these percieved distances,
Mutual embaressment,
Similar deteriorations of self-worth,
Makes this most emotional act on earth
Alien to this young man.
I'll lie with the most beautiful girls.
In silence, not understanding
Not satisfied, in all senses.
A deal breaker of festered emotion.
They'll be silent there on; propelling me deeper
To lie there alone, unsure.
How did I ruin it?
It's either her embaressment
Of not creating my enjoyment.
Accentuating the little things she despises of herself,
Conditioning her presence with me
To the scent of disatisfaction.
Or I ruined it because of my maintenance,
The difficulties of being with an emotionaless man.
