You said you'd fuck me forever,
As if sex equated love, fireworks, or beauty.
You decided to let your phallus do all the talking,
Because you can never finish a sentence
When looking in my eyes.
Heaven forbid I was more than just a piece of flesh to you.

You could like me for more than the fact that
I scream and dig my nails into your skin.
But your ego demoralizes me
And we both know you are just playing with me.
If only I was a lighter,
So I could light your cigarrettes for you
After you come.

I still ache for you when I stand in line at the bank.
My skin hurts from your touch,
The bruises are inside of me...breaking me
And I wish I'd stay away,
But you keep catching me with your pretty hooks and fancy lines.
So, call me a whore, if it makes you fuck me harder.

07/10/2004

Posted on 07/11/2004
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