Sex Poetry

I make love to the pad so call this sex poetry I'll explain why I'm better off alone and why you shouldn't try to get close to me Depression took advantage of me when I was at my most sensitive But somehow it gave me the ability to grow stronger with my penmanship I make sure you understand every word when I write verses I try to bring humour while also expressing how life hurt me I had to move on from her because some battles aren't fight worthy Put me in any room with females and I'm quite flirty I can't help it, I love females and putting a smile on their face I just want Ariana Grande to know I'm available if she ever has a spare day Been broken hearted so much, but I've forgotten how to repair breaks I know as soon as I wake from a dream my nightmares await Even my best days pack a challenge I always Show in heart what I Lack in talent I believe I have the balance Like I said I'm better alone Maybe Poetry was never my home Because I has to break in and had to squat But you can't evict me because of the importance of the words in the pad I've got For some reason every girl I meet expects me to pick up the pieces But they leave mine on the floor When I open up and tell them my secrets It's never enough and they always need to know more My heart has never been enough, so I've never felt my worth Had my heart stolen, lost my mind with no one to help the search So I quit looking for both I feel like giving up, I miss looking for hope Having that belief that things would get better I hope I can have that feeling again, before I vanish forever I need a hug but I don't trust anyone to get that close to me I became who I am due to my circumstances this wasn't who I chose to be I'm smart enough to know my depression comes from Unresolved grief But I'm unable to address half the stuff well enough to overcome it I adjusted to the numbness Sitting in a dark room thinking about the old me Crying tears on my pillow, wishing I had someone to hold me But I've been such a womaniser in the past, i dont deserve the love of a good lady I've started to resent love lately I can't stop thinking about her, but she doesn't feel the same I take a shot of vodka everytime I hear her name Don't mind me, I'm just expressing where I'm at in my head I wish Pauline could come back from the dead I miss our conversations you were the Nan I never had This isn't even my best poem, I just needed to express myself on the pad