My Shirt

I took off my shirt for you, 

You glanced me in the eye and said I looked beautiful; 

I laughed the tears of joy, cried the giggle of sorrow, 

Does it still matter to you? 

Think about the times I exposed my vulnerabilities, thinking about this is a severe torture to myself;

You looked, you smiled, you hugged, you kissed, 

You bruised, you screamed, you smacked, you cursed; 

You are pretty, I am in love with you, 

But tonight I will lure into your dreams and take off your shirt; 

The same way you did to me a few dimes ago, so that you feel as deprived and degraded as I feel right now; 

And you'll understand that love isn't touch and go.