the he's

I can't even look at him
Those lips still make me want
To cry
But then I think about the things
Those lips
Have produced
And I hear moans and sighs
And lies
And regrets
And the word mistake
And then I want to make
Those lips
Bleed
I noticed he was wearing my ring
It's been 4 years
And he still wears it
But only occasionally
Just like he loves me
No one loves me enough
To pick me
At crunch time
But I guess when you're naked
Your judgment is skewed
Boys are so easily tricked into love
They think its definition consists of
Nipples and wetness
And sharp breaths and shakey legs
You're not in love with me
I just make you feel good
I tried to tell you that in the beginning
But just like you don't love me
You don't listen