How could you touch a girl with the name of another man
carved into her skin? Into her heart?
How could you then tell her she's beautiful?
She's a canvas for her own sick art.
Answer me this.
How could you bring yourself to kiss her perfect lips?
The same lips that once allowed several toxic pills to pass.
Why would you love someone who can't love herself?
How can you say she's got class?
Answer me this.
Tell me, how can you want the girl who still weeps for a man
from her past?
Who'd die for someone else?
The girl who loves another with all her heart,
The girl who hates herself.
Answer me this.
But one question, one question, rules out all the others.
Tell me.
How could you touch this girl after she told you no?
How could you kiss her after… after she pushed you away?
How could you, of all men, sink so low?
How could you think that's okay?
Answer me this.
How can you say she was leading you on,
After you took her innocence?
Did you mean to find all you ever
had with her gone?
Did you want her terrified silence?
Answer me this.
She doesn't know what is true.
After all you put her through.
But, what did you do?
How come she still loves you?
-erika penaloza