Your Loss

Just like a shot when you are a child it only stings for a second. When I playfully rub up against you and murmur that you are making me hot, only to be pushed away, the sting of rejection hurts for just a second. It only takes a second for me to remember that there is someone else who wants me. Someone else who needs me. Someone else who will satisfy my hunger to be filled. To be desired. To be fucked. You have no idea that by shoving me away you are actually pushing me back into another man's arms. Another man who will catch me and gladly have me. I don't want it to be this way. I didn't go looking for this. But there is only so much hurt I can manage. And just like the lollipop the doctor gave you after that shot I needed something to make it all better.