Another day passes,
and another night comes,
...... but not me.
The same coversation,
with the same questions,
and still...
the same vague response of,
"I don't know."
Why won't you touch me?
Frustrated and down-trotten,
Do I disgust you?
Clenched hair in my fists,
and quivering lips,
I can't help myself
.....I disgust me.
Tears and masturbation,
How pathetic...
but so is this poem.
and another night comes,
...... but not me.
The same coversation,
with the same questions,
and still...
the same vague response of,
"I don't know."
Why won't you touch me?
Frustrated and down-trotten,
Do I disgust you?
Clenched hair in my fists,
and quivering lips,
I can't help myself
.....I disgust me.
Tears and masturbation,
How pathetic...
but so is this poem.
