Why didn't you ever want me?
When you ripped the emotions from my chest;
tore the words from my mind;
gave flesh to my insecurities;
did you ever stop to think about who I was?
How I was?
You never treated me like an object.
Rather, I was a means.
Just this once, I'd like to be the object.
Just this once, I'd like to feel desirable.
Just this once, I'd like to be a body.
Just this once, I need it to be shallow.
What else can I say?
Just this once, I'd like to feel wanted.
