I use men over and over again
and they don't mind
I'm humane and kind
I don't cross boundaries
I'm just a guest
we both know it and it's already been addressed.
When he undressed me he didn't ask about my father.
When he kissed me he didn't press into my heart
because that place is very ****** dark.
I use men over and over again
to feel something
to have fun
it doesn't really matter,
because we're all agreed, this is something we both need.
But you pushed and shoved, smashed and cannonballed my wall,
I didn't want you to ask or see behind my mask,
And even though I fought this fight with laughter against your shooting questions,
you pushed and shoved against my door to find out more.
You were sweet I must admit, romantic and gentle,
but there is a reason everything is compartmental.
because when you left the next day you didn't stop to check the doorway,
where you carelessly left behind my open heart and eyes.
I didn't want to share my insides because as you walked away you didn't check to see what damage you had done.
Asking questions you didn't want the answers to.
I use men but I don't ask more than I'm ready to receive,
and they agree I'm not trying to deceive,
but you blew the doors of pandoras box and left me with the mess
that I now have to try and repress