Picture Perfect?

His hands were filthy, contaminated
with the grease from his day job, three weeks worth of scrubbing
his cupid's bow mouth pouted, eyes hiding shrouds of
secrets, and who knows how much he'd handled?
Attraction forbidden, and god, guilt is a plaugue.
But what's done is done.
What would you have done?
There's a time when pain and pleasure merge into one
and when we merged into one
that pain was more prominent.
I wish I'd waited.
"You're hot, but I'm so in love with her."

I hate those words, I hear them every day.
I hate that I'm thin and that I have a nice face.
I hate that all I'll ever be is a whore.
I hate that I trusted you again yesterday.
I hate that I thought you were going to call.
I hate that I let myself fall into your kiss again.
I hate that all my songs are about you.
I hate that you pretend.

I hate how I will never get over it.