I do not like the way you touched me.
The way you touched me when you thought I was asleep.
The way you wanted to touch me when I was awake.
The way I would never let you touch me when I was awake.
I do not like how you pushed my hair back,
almost as an act of love, protective, sweet, tender,
you were tender and sweet,
but when I laid with you,
on the pull out couch,
you made moves and I was trying to sleep.
All I wanted to do was sleep.
I didnt do what you wanted so you pushed me off,
saying how I should leave a mark on you for once,
saying how you're always doing all the work,
while you were physical, i needed emotional,
I needed you to care enough,
and now as we are broken up,
and you call me another one of your psycho ex girlfriends,
I dont understand why,
why you wasted your three o'clock moves,
on me,
since I am so psycho, according to you