When you said you love me,
Were you sincere?
Were you tricking me into feeling something?
Something you had plotted to be there?

As I sat in the house of God, listening to His word,
I could not shake the feeling of your icy stare, boring holes in my back.
Maybe you could smell my fear, and this provoked your breath?
All I know is I felt it there, lurking on my nape.

Goosebumps sprang up, and I felt an unconscious shiver,
All the while, you whispered in my ear your lewd and suggestive words,
I heard your wicked laugh, floating from your throat,
You knew better than to laugh out loud, in the home of our Lord.

At the end of Mass, you approached me casually,
As if it had never transpired!
I narrowed my eyes, and as you leaned in for an embrace,
I poked you in the belly.

You sprang back from me, penetrating eyes wide
Disbelief of all things was painted for all to see.
I scowled at you, and edged away, but was caught by your other arm.
You drew me in and held me close, I boiled from within.

I went home that night, and thought it through,
But your reasons I could not fathom.
Why are you playing games with me?
I’m sure you can see my pain?

Maybe it was my mouth, that you used to your hearts content.
Or was it my pale flesh, ravaged by your touch, that you just had to have?
I can’t begin to know, why you used me so.
Perhaps you’d care to explain?

 
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