Confession

This is a confession,
Of my transgression,
Please I don't want to lessen,
My value in your eyes,
But I feel like I'm in disguise,
Hiding behind these lies,
But I've given it so many tries,
Tear drops reign over a thousand skies,
Wondering if I'll ever find reprise,
Cause you see sex isn't love and love isn't sex,
It's not a naked picture that you send through a text,
It's not a midnight booty call and then on to the next,
It's not her perfect body and it's not the guy who always looks flexed,
It's not shallow but these days what else can you expect?
We both have needs so let's come to an agreement,
Stay detached cause catching feelings is how you get bent,
My heart has a vacancy but you don't want to pay rent,
Is this really all you want is this really all I have to offer?
It feels good in the moment so I'm not going to stop her,
Few hours later and we are both feeling weak,
You say I'm the best you've ever had but how many have you had this week?
It's ok I knew exactly what I signed up for,
So No I don't think you're a whore,
No I don't do the whole slut shaming,
But honestly I'm the one who you should be blaming,
Cause some days I can't stand to be alone,
Is anywhere my home?
But it's still so hard to make it known,
Even though I'm full grown,
Our late night exercise sessions feel like the only love I've been shown,
As I fuck you harder until you feel like your life is at stake,
Dripping wet like the waters of a lake,
Don't get it wrong I know that's all fake
But you're just as twisted as me so what else could we make?
But my friend I have needs and you have desires,
Don't care about hearsay don't care about liars,
But in this hook-up culture this is all that transpires,
Branded a fuckboy by society,
The same people that say dumb jock is what I have to be,
But that isn't Reality that's not really me,
It's just a persona but I hope you can tell from my poetry.