Dig

Soft skin and dead hair
 And these tired eyes
 And I want to fuck to myself
 And I want to eat my self
 Broad back and bad tits, yes I know my kind
 Raw mouth, worn out, I've never felt so alive
 You've realized that I'll let you hurt me
 And now you want to do it all of the time
 No bruise is permanent, neither am I
 But you're welcome to try and try
 In the most ecstatic of senses
 I have embraced my suffering
 Twenty six years of false pretenses
 Again, pretending to care about men
 I am loved insofar as I cherish this pain
 You should shut your mouth
 Because language means nothing
 When every set of fingers leaves a different dig on my hips
 Too big, on my back, it's too big
 When I get you alone I'll point out all of my problems
 Then I'll lay still while you try and resolve them
 And you can read the story of my last six weeks
 In little black bruises and marks from boy's teeth
 And that shit hurts- but if I'm anything less than perfection
 Well shit
 Nobody told me