I

.

Was never used to the

Taste in my mouth of

The memory of how you

Pretended that I somehow

.

Told

.

It was fine to use me.

I never said that it was

Fine to make me yours,

Even after I screamed at

.

You

.

That I didn't want this,

That I didn't want you,

That I was never ready to

Say yes when I wanted to tell you

.

No.