When you touch him
It disrupts my order
And it hurts,
But when you touch me
It's a perfect chaos
And it's OK
When you're with me
I want to show you
That I will never leave
But when you're with him
I want to show you
That I can
I don't want to hurt you
Or make you jealous,
But sometimes it's the only way
To know if you care.
Ironically, when you're with him
I don't desire you more
I desire you less
So if you're only going to give me
Part of you
You won't get all of me either,
But I still won't give myself
To anyone else
And my reason for abstaining
Is becoming less not to hurt you
And more just not to use someone else.
Do you really want me to care more
About people I don't even know?
