Love Is Pain

She opens the door

And walks into my room.

I stare at her.

Her beauty's so genuine,

Her beauty's surreal.

I take her and lay her down.

Caressing her voluptuous hips,

Staring into her ocean blue eyes.

She kisses my neck with her cherry red lips

That I simply cannot resist.

With all of her might,

She lays me down;

Making me not want to get up.

I hear her soft giggle,

While I stroke her spoon-shaped figure immensely.

I keep staring at her,

I cannot stop stroking her waist.

She is my obsession

And that is why I whisper to her,

"I love you."

She stops.

She gets off of me.

Her eyes flooding with tears.

She looks at me in grief and says,

"I am not allowed to love you back."

"This is my job.

I make men believe that I love them,

When truly it is impossible for me to fall in love.

I am not the one you are looking for

I am not the one you want to be in love with."

I look into her eyes in gloom and reply,

"I know you love me.

I know you're not like this with your customers.

I know you are not allowed to love,

But can you please try to love me?

You are who you are around me.

You're never afraid to be what you are.

I know you love me too,

You're just afraid of commitment."

She slaps me.

She gets up,

Puts her corset on,

Making her have more of an hour-glass figure.

She looks at me full of rage.

"I told you I am not the one that you should be in love with!"

She marches toward the door.

She opens it

And walks out of my room.

She not only walks out of my room

But walks out of my life.