Sex WITH.out emotion

I dream of you
my subconcious mind must hate me
because everynight i see you
touching them
holding them
loving them

it knows me to well
the buttons to push
to have me waking up with a drenched
pillow and not quite dry cheeks
stumbling to the bathroom
looking in the mirror
and seeing nothing but
a poor imitation of perfection

asking myself how you could love me
when i cant quite grasp sanity
long enough to realize
you actually do
why else would you hold
like i was all that ever mattered to you

then i imagine them touching the
skin i always wanted to crawl inside
just so i could know how you feel
their head on the heart i always
thought of as mine

there is NO sex without emotion
you at least have to want them
so dont tell me i`m the only one
you`ve ever felt anything for
when i know its a lie to make me feel
better about myself
it doesnt work

I am just a parody of them
dont act like my kisses inspire you
to dream of forever
in ways theirs never did
because i am not naive
in the way your mind works

and to me the only thing
that is forever is the way
they tainted you
so i guess our forever is ending
because everytime i`m with you
i think of someone else

.....I think of them