Listen to my hearts
wistful sigh
you speak in
mono-syllables
and expect me to comprehend.
you think I'm frigid,
because i pull away
at any contact
but you're only a boy
so what does it matter
my lips never caressed anothers
my hands never held onto anothers
nothing is amiss
nothing is incomplete
so what does it matter
that I'm cold and unfeeling
that I'm alone and unwanted
so what does it matter,....
as i lay dying.
so what does it matter.
