Ariya- He Loved My body But Not Me

He loved my body, but not me, the cover, not the book

He didn't want my story or the language I spoke, just relief from his melancholy, my embellishments he took

He loved me, no, he loved my body. He said I had magazine beauty, my big eyes and lengthy lashes, my hair, a dark classic

Against his skin, my plump lips pressed, but it was. wasn't enough, so me he undressed

He loved my body, but not me, the way my hips shaped unapologetically

He held my face and squeezed me tight, publishing how he was lucky to acquire such a pretty

sight. But he wasn't prepared for the intellectual flight. My body he loved, and me he caressed impatiently and the creation of my chest

But he didn't adore the rest, the workings of my mind which he had

He could not understand the capacity of it yet he put up his hand embraced me roughly and he was gone again Loved he my body and my innocence he took

with one or two hits myself down in his book, he pursued me for my silhouette

That was a pain I cannot annotate. He danced with my careless physique

and for my careful mind, he would not wait. He loved my body, yet unfit for loving me

He didn't want to comprehend. And soon enough, once spring arrived, he would put this to an end

He called it love when he wrapped himself around me with his perfidious, worn-out words

Then for a year he kissed the necks of other girls and left me on reserve

And now he wants my body. One more time. He wants my body, but not me