Did she mean it when she kissed you
Twisted you around her body
Would she have fought me for you
Could she have won?
Did you enjoy her taste
The place her dirty hands wandered
The lace between your fingers —
Ones that once belonged to me?
“I wasn’t thinking” is a sinking thing to say —
Where was I in your mind?
Vacant space, momentarily erased, replaced?
Well now your hands are dirty
Does it hurt to know you hurt me
Do you question your decisions in the way I question mine?