As yet another set of eyes survey you, moving slowly up & down
a raise of his eyebrows and a bite of his lip
you pause to consider this...
do you feel flattered? wanted? pretty?
Is this what you want?
but as you close your eyes to think
a faceless man is on top of you
he feels so heavy on your body
sweat and cheap cologne
he'll force his way in even if there's no room
and he won't ask if you want it, cause he doesn't want the answer
so you'll listen to the tick of the ceiling fan, to the muffled television voices, to cars passing by outside
to anything but those graveling grunts
as you wait for it to be over
Because somewhere along the way,
You stopped trying, stopped fighting
there seemed to be no point anymore
his face kept changing, and you got confused
you hold in tears of pain, as he finally rolls off you
but at least now you can breathe again
"you good?" how kind of him to ask
now that he has what he wants
so you'll nod your head yes, and that's enough for him
Because who let it happen? Who is the one who gave up?
Who's to blame?
Now your eyes snap open, with a shudder of disgust
you don't feel flattered, wanted, pretty
you feel used up and discarded
No, my dear
I do not think this is what you want