Begging to Be Adored

I don't know what it was about me wearing your favorite
oversized band shirt with matching Pink Floyd panties
telling me i need to find myself
sexy, radiant, and lustful.
But never actually lusting after me
Yourself.

You never touched me, really.
No more than an unhappy married couple would
in front of their kids
to establish the illusion of a happy love life.

There was no passion underneath your brief kisses.
You used them as a reminder that you are not alone.
They showed you that you have an option if
One day you decide you wanted something more.