It ain’t love, kid
When you pull my hair and you kiss my neck
It ain’t love when you look me dead in the face and you give me a hug as I take that ‘walk of shame’ down your stairs
Funny how I used to cry when you’d leave but now I’m the one leaving and I still cry but the reason has changed
How I used to beg you to stay but you don’t say a word against it when I offer to leave
How the tables have turned like your back to my word
How you don’t try to wipe my tears and ignore the ones you don’t see
How I’d still give you the world if you asked on a golden platter with all the fixings of a passionate love
But what are these words to you
What is my body to you
What is my soul to you
Man, it ain’t love, kid
But it sure as hell stings like it

After we kissed, I put my head on his shoulder because that's all I knew how to do
He didn't lean his head down on mine like you did
He didn't let me burrow my face into his chest and listen to his heartbeat
He didn't even smile
And then I realized that I was looking for you in him
I will always look for you in every man I kiss & every man I allow to touch me
I will always look for your touch
Everywhere

How come I'm not even good enough for the user?
People always want better, they always want more
Why I am so content with settling?
Why don't I walk away and hurt people for once?
Why don't I put my feelings ahead of other people's?

I'm used to a man's hands on my thighs meaning something more
I'm used to kissing someone I'm in love with
I'm used to baring my soul to someone who is committed to me
But today, when he held my face in his hands like I've always dreamed of having done to me
And his hands instantly found the space between my thighs before he stroked my cheek or traced my jaw
I was tempted to say "I have other body parts, I have hands and shoulders and a neck"
"I'm more than just a body that you can use"
But I remembered that there are no feelings involved
This is purely physical
This is my medicine
This is what's going to numb my pain