Questioning Desire

I’ve held off when I knew the time was right,
I’ve seen more than the shell that is my disguise,
I just can’t take advantage
As I normally would have done,
I want more now than fulfilment,
And that’s probably why I’m undone.

How should I answer a declaration of love?
When all I feel for and understand is desire?

The evil in me is not as it was,
Once I would do just to be done,
I’m just a passenger on life’s train,
But I no longer see people as objects to be won.

Maybe I am wrong,
That rape is the way it has to be,
For all I have done,
Maybe my soul is still pure and clean.

Leave your thought.