Cheap.

You make me feel cheap. When you say and do these things to me you're not flattering me at all. You're only making the belief that I am not good enough stronger. I don't care if you you feeling shitty today, you shouldn't have done what you did. I shouldn't have let it slide either, we're both at fault. But really, I don't care in the least what's wrong with you. Touching me wouldn't have made it any better or worse. You're a fucking woos. I'm not your fucking toy. Fuck you, dude. And if you brag about this, it'll just make you even more pathetic.
I'm not a story. I am poetry. And from now on, I will be treated as such.