You can not undress me
Not with your eyes or with your words
I am not a slut nor am I someone you can fuck.
I am a human with a heart, but you don't care.
You'll undress me anyways with your stare.
It's funny how poetry and irony go hand in hand
As if they were meant to be
As if the words were meant to sting.
Oh but those lips, those lips that I can feel from here
I wish they were pressed against mine.
You're my favorite kind of sadist
The kind that finds pleasure in making someone
Feel loved and as soon as they are about to give you
All of them you slip them the news.
That this was all a master plan
To hurt others only to make you feel human.
But you can not fool me.
Not with those words or with those eyes.
I now can see past all your lies.