You were the first to reply
to my Craigslist ad
looking for a Valentine.
You were one of the few men
that showed interest
in more than my looks.
You asked questions
and were able to carry
an interesting conversation.
Then we met and
while I didn't see a future,
you still lit a fire in me.
Public kisses
and fooling around in cars
became our thing.
All the sex talk
and everything-but
led to the real thing.
For my New Years Resolution,
I said I would stop
and I almost didn't.
But I met him
in the nick of time
and moved on from you.
5 years since,
sometimes you still text me
and though I shouldn't, I respond.
Sure I like the attention,
but what bonded us
is no longer.
You are part of my sordid past
and I'd rather
leave you there.
So I must ask:
what exactly
do you want from me?
Didn't you take
enough of me
when you took my virginity?
What more could I
possibly offer you now;
what do you gain from this?
It's like you want to own me,
but I'm not your property,
not anymore.