when i am with you, i think of the dentist.
when you kiss me,
its like a teeth cleaning.
its supposed to be for the best.
but all they do is scrape my gums,
making me bleed.
you have your way with me.
im sitting in the chair as hands intrude my mouth.
the scrapping begins.
i look to the ceiling.
god, when will this end.
you say you love me.
i end up with a cavity.
i hate the dentist.
