Loved For The Wrong Reasons Poem by Lauren GunningBown

His number sits upon the chair,

How did you end up getting there?

Are you addressed to me inside,

or instead to the body I hide?

The muffled music hits my ear,

I listen to the words I hear:

'I love the clothes you wanna wear,

I wonder whats up under there.'

Is this the world in which I'm destined to live?

Cause I can't forget. I can't forgive.

The grasping hands, the greedy eyes,

the ripping of my trouser thighs.

I wish to be one with the darkening sky,

It feels no fingers up its spine.

How nice I'm sure that it must be,

To be loved for what we cannot see.