Re: (A)Sexual

Here we are again:

Same old friends

that never touch

Same old cast

without the crutch

Wondering,

will I start to rust?

This tin-woman

holds no room for lust

Wondering if I’ll ever heal

Wondering how long I’ll wait to deal

Must be a demon I need to seal

Maybe then I’ll learn, to feel

Or tell the difference

between what’s real

Or how to fuck

like it’s a meal

My heart, too tender

soft like veal

You’re lucky you caught me,

I’m a steal

You've given all that you have left

and more

but what I want

is at your core

That way you haven’t

felt before

Tin-woman,

my tin heart is sore

And there’s your guide,

For how to score