hands on me
not really
but i'll pretend
for some sweet end
only a child
one conscious of eyes
and every body part
of a hardening heart
attention lacking
solution found in desire
yearning to be needed
my body heeded
bugs swarm my skin
infest my flesh
losing control
in an effort to fill some hole
hating how i love it
when told of my beauty
some part of me screams
calling for salty streams
hands all over
begging to touch
tiring me out
but i'm nothing without
perverted boy
mind covered in muck
wishing to run away
wishing to stay
