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Gasoline

The stench of gasoline
makes me ill
as the song
pounces through my brain
“I want you to want me
the way that I want you”:
and I’m tired of fighting
I don’t think I can fight anymore
but I have to
I can’t let you do this
these are my rights
and you can’t hurt me like this
“Then maybe I’ll just force you”
you say
I push you away
I try to stop you
and all I keep hearing
is that damn song
I can’t escape it
“I know that you need me
just tell me you want me
I want you”
I’m too angry to cry
and too frightened to scream
I shove
I move
but nothing stops you
“You are my sensation
a perfect temptation”
I wish that song would stop
I wish everything would stop
your touch scares me
and your stare haunts me
so I scratch
and scream
until the novelty is lost for you
no
I will not tell you I want you
for I can’t let you do this
these are my rights
and you just can’t do this to me


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