How can you tell me that you love me
That you care for me
That I am the only person that you want
That I am your gift in life
But somehow, you lust for other women.
Yet you wonder why I believe that
I am not enough.
Sure, it’s through a phone screen
And sure, you can’t touch them
But, I don’t have what they have.
No, I am not talking about actresses
Or artists, or just talented people
Not even talking about profesional gym women
The insta baddie “influencers”
The ones you lust for
The provocative pictures you like
I don’t have what they have.
You say I am perfect the way I am
You like everything about me
You say that you fell for my personality
But, I don’t have what they have.
You wonder why I am scared
Why I overthink
How can I not?
Look what what you lust for
when I am right here.
But, I don’t have what they have, right?
That’s why you like those pictures
Because even though I don’t have what they have
Even though you are loyal to me, physically
And even though you love me
Those pictures give you what I can’t give
Satisfaction.
