Letting you read this
is like stripping myself naked
and letting you inspect
my carefully concealed flaws,
And feeling your scorn...
But you have sex with me anyway
and criticize my imperfect face,
imperfect body, imperfect technique,
but you know that my heart was not there,
and why give your heart to someone heartless?
If I've failed before I begin, why try?
But I do it anyway and invite your scorn.