You make me sick

The touch of your fingers as they made their way down to my thighs,

That used to make me tingle, and shiver inside.

That special little sparkle that shone in your eye,

The way we hated to say goodbye,

Now, all of those things just make me sick.

That sparkle is just because you’ve had too much to drink.

No I don’t want to say goodbye,

Now I want to say, crawl away and die.

I despise your caress,

I don’t see how you could be worth less.

I’m getting away,

I regret meeting you that day.

What was I thinking, ‘lower my standard, yes that’s what I’ll do’?

If you touch me again, I swear I will sue.