I feel disgusted that
you touched me
my body may not be a temple
you could've at least taken off
your shoes
you make my skin crawl
and I berate myself now for going willingly to your bed
when it comes to affairs of the heart
you are an affair to be forgot
my flesh pricks up when
I think of you
it's crawled right out of the door
I am left
I'm a whore
I'm a whore
a bloodied mass of organs
and even they deplore
you, every single touch
sank right through my skin
you pushed and prodded
what ought have been left
alone is still the better
option now
As if I'd choose you;
As if I'd choose you;
As if I'd choose you.