Sacrifice

I used to long for sex,
Now I long for love.
Touch me, because you cannot believe I'm real
Not because it gets you off.

Please, taste my humanity.
All girls are made of flesh,
Fingers and arms,
Lips and eyelids.

But

My soul is the only one like mine.
I am the only one of me...

You struggle to grip a shadow and whisper sweet nothings into the wall.
I am tangible, present, and waiting, throwing precious time at you,
While you take my clock face and make your offering.

I, the lamb,
bleating and bleeding,
usher my soul to leave it's maimed vessel.

There is nothing left for me here.