are my lips unkissable?
are my eyes unlookable?
is my skin untouchable?
am I unlovable?
cynical, jaded, faithless, disappointed, disillusioned, used
if I could take back all my sweat, my tears, my sex, my joy, I would
my time, my love, my effort, passion, dedication,
in a case of mistaken identity, I gave these things to you.
I sound angry, bitter, sad, infatuated, it’s the truth
denial, anger, bargaining, depression, just a few
stages of acceptance that it’s really over
it’s just so complicated, I’m stupid for believing in you
you make me feel like my father never loved me.
you make me feel like the act of love is empty.
am I so unlovable? is my skin untouchable?
do I remind you of a part of you that you don’t like?
I had your back, I held you up, I told you, you were good enough,
it was not reciprocated, you kept affection and yourself apart.
you fed your love to me like crumbs to pigeons in a park,
sometimes I think that you were satisfied to see me begging like a dog,
I wasn’t armored, you were king, I gave my everything
because sometimes you showed me just a hint of you within
for just a moment I romanticized the notion
I could take away the torment, I could love you like they never did.
you make me feel like my father never loved me.
you make me feel like the act of love is empty.
am I so unlovable? is my skin untouchable?
do I remind you of a part of you that you don’t like?
you make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me.
you make me feel like the act of love is empty.
am I so unlovable? is my heart unbreakable?
do I remind you of a part of you that you despise?
are my lips unkissable?
are my eyes unlookable?
is my sex undoable?
am I unlovable?
are my words unlistenable?
are my hands untouchable?
am I undesirable?
am I unlovable?
you make me feel like my father never loved me.
you make me feel like the act of love is empty.
am I so unlovable? is my skin untouchable?
do I remind you of a part of you that you don’t like?
you make me feel like my father never loved me.
you make me feel like the act of love is empty.
am I so unlovable? is my skin untouchable?
do I remind you of a part of you that you don’t like?
you make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me.
you make me feel like the act of love is empty.
am I so unlovable? is my heart unbreakable?
do I remind you of a part of you that you despise?
you make me feel like my father never loved me.
you make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me.
you make me feel like my father never loved me.
you never loved me.
you make me feel like my mother, she abandoned me.
you abandoned me..