Your hopeful eyes haunt me.

"I'm not even asking for much."
You stared at me with hopeful eyes.
I stared into the distance.
I fought away your lies.

"Just a blowjob," you said.
"I can't, I'm sorry. I just can't."
You admitted you shouldn't have done that.
But you're not sorry. You kept on with your wants.

I should feel defeated.
I should feel destroyed.
But I press on, ignoring it all.
How long was this your ploy?

I thought I sensed it,
a few weeks ago.
I shrugged it off, I'm so oblivious.
I can't believe you stooped so low.

I feel so dirty.
But this time, it was NOT my fault.
You started it.
Yet through all your lies, we waltz.

You're sick.
You're disgusting.
Did you put her in that situation?
No wonder from you she wants nothing.

Fuck you.