Fictional Love

A personal battle with my way of seeing love between a man and woman

Words of love are never enough. I know I’m different I’ve learned as much. The physical act of love that’s when I believe. My perception is just so skewed, making sex the ultimate truth. Wanting to feel your love a different way. In my mind I truly know, a man’s penis isn’t the bearer of truth. It isn’t confessing the owners love for me, it’s just risen to do it’s job. The next day when there’s no call no answer on the phone. That is when the truth be told. I was the fool yet again to believe in my way of love.