I tried to write again (all that came from my pen was you)

It hurts
How you wear a mask
Of pretend caring
And false interest
And then when it's over
You're gone.
How you peel back your skin
Revealing bone
Creating hollow spaces
In my bed
Every night
Every fucking night
before you even let me touch you
Every minute skin brush
Like you're scared
Someone will find
My marks there one day
You crawl backwards in your mind
And hide your real thoughts there
So long as my fingers
Do as you command
There's no real problem
Is there?
It's no harm done
If you get a fucking whore
On your dick.

again.