i feel icky
i feel gross
i hate my ******* self the most
he was easy
he was there
he had the touch but not the care
i want you
but i chose him
now were not even friends
i want real love
not just ***
but that's all that he expects
i couldn't trust you
it seemed too good
to be true so i did what i could
to **** it up
because i'm damaged
i wasn't sure how to handle it
i was so close
to feeling that love
but i sacrificed it for a ***