maybe its my fault for falling into your superficial standard of beauty
maybe its my fault for letting your hands roaming my body suffice as a replacement for a hug
maybe i should not have let all the wrong people in and let them have their way with me because i
trusted
now you come to me and tell me to
trust you
trust you are telling the truth to me
that you are there for me
and try to convince me by telling me things i already know
tu eres bonita
you have such worth
those dudes are arrogant trash
all while you, too, run your hands over my body and lust after my lips
i guess it makes no difference to you that you have a child
and a girlfriend
or that i said no.
after all, no one listens to my "no" anyways
youve seen me mature from a insecure, awkward, depressed beginning
to a insecure, beautiful, ambitious progress
i dont know why i let you touch me, see me, move me
i know whats happening
i know whats happening
yet im curious
and careful
and bitter