You stand there,
Your body is motionless
Your words flow like ink on paper
Straightforward, blunt.
What I would give to become Helen Keller right now
Those words are just too painful, there so personal.
Ugly, Whore, Bitch, Faggot.
You could classify as three of the four yet I keep my mouth shut.
You stand there,
Your body is elegent
The lust attacks me
Lunges, kills.
You know your not the only one
I can give heart aches too,
I can do everything that your doing to me.
But to who?
Not to you
Not to him
or him
Would I truly be better off dead?
Would I be better off straight?
Your words are painful,
The truth hurts more
But are your words the lies, or the truths
That I have
Never once
Percieved.