I hate myself because I confuse sexual confrontations and desire for love.
I hate myself because every time I find the courage to hold your hand you pull away because mine are sweaty and rough.
I hate myself because I want to feel needed even if it's only for 5 minutes in the back of your car.
I hate myself because even though my skin isn't peeled my insides are ragged with scars.
I hate myself because even as you shoved your fingers within and I knew I was only something to be played with and thrown away I still got drunk on the way you breathed I love you and moaned my name.
