On Dating #1

I'm not a fucking charity case.
Nor am I a doormat for your grimes.
The pieces are finally coming together,
and I don't like what it's telling me.
I hate the notion of human interference
in the business of strictly you and I.
The fact that you approached me with
this seed of thought, abhorrent, and
I welcome you with naivete,
repulses me more than I can say.
You have your issues.
(I shall make no judgment,
just know that you're a creep)
I have mine. Glad that you saw
only a fraction of me.
Now I know why you wouldn't let me
see, dig, claw.
You breached that trust first.
Big fucking Bang, I'd say.
Scrub, rinse, scrub. Repeat.

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Of course I'd like to add "Go fuck yourself" somewhere but it won't gel to the piece.