Madonna-Whore Complex

I’m your deep, dark secret
The one you ravage in the dark
that you lust after in the elevator,
daydream about in the shower
You crave me in the monotony of your day
Call me when you’re lonely,
reach for me when your heart’s broken
I quench your desires,
give you a quick fix,
hold you through your pain
Share moments with you that feel so intense.

Yet when morning comes,
when the sun shines again
when your heartache is all mended
You vanish, either saying nothing at all
Or a million excuses I’ve heard before
You go back to women who are safe
who you have no passion with, but whom fit the image
Who do all the stereotypical woman things,
that you proclaim drive you insane.

I want to hold hands in the daylight
Have things shouted instead of whispered
Want love without excuses
Without feeling forbidden
I want to lock eyes out of the shadows
Want true admiration and love
Not lust momentarily disguised as more
I want someone to hold my heart
tighter than they hold my breast.

http://www.alternet.org/sex-amp-relationships/unveiling-madonna-whore-complex

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