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Your Lack of Sensitivity

You didn't take me to the prom 
or buy a corsage for my wrist.
You simply asked if I wanted a ride
 in your Astin Martin.
I'm still twisted 
from your coming on to me.
I'd not seen much,
and you forced me to see 
the bad and the ugly.
While in London I got the flu, 
and was so sick 
you asked if I wanted to call my mom.
Then I knew, 
only she would care for me.
You frightened,
with your lack 
of sensitivity.