I never understand why others feel the need to blame one when their life isn’t going well, especially if it’s not their fault.
I’m not the reason your life went rogue,
so don’t blame me for where you go.
I know you miss me looking like I’m from Vogue,
but me going back would be a stoop too low.
I don’t miss the way you touched me,
and when you felt I owed a fee.
That’s never who I wanted to be –
a girl who lives to only be touched.
So when I remember those days,
when all you wanted was to get laid.
I close my eyes and pray
that I will never again be that way.
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