I stared into your eyes and you knew that I did not have much to give

Happiness was merely a stain of blood on my wrist 

Depression was too deep for me to feel 

Because if I did... 

It would prove that this pain was real 

I didn't have much to give...except my body

Hiding underneath the clothes you had given me 

Big and baggy to topple over my curves

Diguising them, filling in every dip from my chest to my hips 

I was covered. 

I felt the tips of your fingers blindly finding every indention I tried so hard to keep hidden. 

Rough hands sliding over me as you pulled my clothes in every direction 

Everything so slow in motion I almost didn't realize you were going to the beat  

Until I saw your bare body by the pads of my feet.

My mind was screaming for you to stop but the words and my tongue refused to work together.. 

Even if they did my lips were sewn shut refusing to help 

You felt like a man and I...degraded myself 

Opened up my heart only to realize it was lust 

Opened up my soul only to realize that yours was locked 

And not even you could find the key. 

So brutally honest with that you and I could never be 

You and I shared a bed but there would never be a "we" 

You and I shared my body but we didn't share the regret. 

If I could go back and change my path I would do so we would have never met. 

But instead.. 

Here I am the next day in a t-shirt and sweats. 

Still trying to mask my body but 

Too tired to care. 

In fact, the more imperfections the better.

Then maybe they won't stare. 

At the girl who doesn't know how to say no.