I let different boys touch me Because I wanted to know Even for a second What it felt like to be loved Even if the love was cheap And it tasted like *** Like the punchline to a joke I never got because it was me
I let different boys have different parts of me Parts they didn't deserve But I offered up willingly because I couldn't give anything else after you broke me I was looking for different fingers to place different pieces and hoping the outcome would be a masterpiece Maybe one of them would find a way to cover up the handprints you left all over me
I let different boys touch me because I had to prove to myself you wouldn't be the only one that these scars marking my body wouldn't define my worth to be loved I am not entirely sure you aren't the only one who could ever touch me without slightly flinching
I let different boys touch me because that is all I have been taught To be a joke To be silent To be ready to give until you have nothing left - they keep leaving me and I am to scared to offer up anything more than my body to get them to stay