Take That.

Right on my bed.
On top of my sheets.
In your former residence hall.
Take that.

I could have done it in your old room.
I put my blankets on your old bed
I put my guitar in your old closet
To make sure you'll never clean me out.
Take that.

He got to see me fully naked
You never got to see that
You asked for it, and I would have conceded
But I didn't, and I did for him.
Take that.

He got to touch my breasts
He got to fondle and suck them
You barely saw them, but
You didn't stop dreaming about them, did you.
Take that.

He got to pin me down
He got to immobilize me
The way you wish you could
Even in conversation
Or lack of conversation, but
You can't hold me down with any words or silences.
Take that.

I made him come twice.
Twice in one hour.

And I didn't plagiarize your fantasies
I wouldn't give you that satisfaction.
But I gave him so much...so fast...so easily...
Just being me, with my limited experience and capabilities

And I am not in love with him.
You know my love for you was poisonous and consuming
But I gave more to him.
And I did it for him.
Not for you.
Never for you.

Take that,
And take no more.

Or leave it.