© 2013 - Chloe Grant (All Rights Reserved)
My heart is beating double,
I'm lying in my bed.
My mind is screaming at me,
A million thoughts run through my head.
"Just send them" you said,
"What harm could ever come?"
But my mind tells me different,
I'm horrified at the person I've become.
I've already taken the photos you requested,
They're all saved in my phone.
But now I'm debating whether to press send,
...I just want to go home...
"I'll love you more if you do."
"Babe, you frigid or what?"
I don't want to upset you,
But this is not me, it's not.
But I want to impress you,
I need to impress you.
Even if what you ask for,
Is something I'd never usually do.
So I don't tell anyone,
As I reluctantly press send.
You reply immediately,
"More love than ever at this end :D"
And it should make me feel good,
But I just feel used.
I feel dirty, I feel ashamed.
I've been used by you.
