Youre something I can’t quite grip,
The moments I forget when I sleep.
I would hold you clos/.
Mother forgive, forgive the nights my lips brushed the back of his neck.
I knew what I was doing was wrong,
But I wanted him.
And he would be mine.
I was careful.
I was sure to breathe in his hair and carelessly slip my arm on him while I slept.
Father forgive, forgive me.
Forgive the nights I intoxicated myself to fall in love,
Forgive the men that left bruises; the small, red marks on my neck.
Never will I let it pass my throat; only in equal and fair amounts.
Am I too bad for you now? You who’ve tasted hundreds, whov’e danced things unspeakable?
No,
But I May Be A little too Bitter.