Fornicating

My heart yearns the touch of love
Yet every time it knocks
My trust issues double lock the door.

A beautiful and respectable woman
lay herself before me
Yet i still ask for more.

After flipping her in every possible position
In my sheets that reek of my ex's deception
I find her to be a bore.

I have single handedly proven that
Fornication is not enough to replace love.
Stabbing them with my sword of flesh
Does not heal the sores.

It feels great until you realise
It's not yours or its also shared by everyone else.
Why is it that when we fall in-love shes always a whore?

The daggers stab harder when the fornication stops
When you learn what she has been doing
When it doesn't match what she said
When it changes how you see her
When you still want to see her the same way
But you cant forget the daggers
Because only a whore can spin your world around
And set it on an orbit towards a blackhole.