Have you ever been groped? I hope not. Because the pain in that touch stays with you years after it’s over.
Your eyes crawl all over me
Your breath makes me feel nauseous
Your eyes look dull as you grope me
And I’m left with the imprint of your hand
Long after you took your share
And I feel dirty, as if the grime in you
Has somehow spread to me
Where your hands squeezed,
Leaving me too sad to cry.
Where your hand was,
There lies my pain.
And though I hate myself for it,
Because I know it isn’t me, but you,
I feel ashamed.