I've said before, whether couplets, singe lines or two words you knock me dead. Sorry to say I wasn't certain between pills and sperm. Of course the concept that someone could be sexually comfortable without being able to open up does/has/is - get/been/being used. I personally also went pills over conversation. No capitals needed. Your work isn't about constraints or regularity. Just my opinions.
I used to go to therapy...had many issues...family death, friend committed suicide, bullying, other things...I noticed that during these sessions, I didn't talk very much...I didn't want to. ...pills are not the answer...it's coming to terms with yourself by yourself, and if one does not want to let anybody in, then one does not have to. Beautiful work as always
Nice poem, but if you aspire to be a poet, or any kind of writer, you should learn to capitalize your I's. If you're going to be passionate about anything, you should always adhere to established rules for that passion, unless the breaking of a certain rule is to make it stand out or to make a point.
Kind of reminds me about the process of anti-depressants and other such medications. You will take them in and they are supposed to make you happy or pain free or whatever they may and regardless, in many hearts, you don't want them to because it is not really you (or maybe it is. . . who can say?). I am no expert, but many friends have taken many pills and they all generally have described their situation much like this.
Now, as for the poem - brilliant. You have subtle grace and a conclusive (and potent) ending that goes so well together.