With better eyes
I could have seen the disgust on your face
When I spoke your name

And with better ears
I could have heard the disgust in your voice
When you spoke mine

And with better hands
I could have felt your skin crawl
When my fingers touched down upon your neck

And with a better nose
I could have smelled the vomit churning in your stomach
When you touched me out of pity

And perhaps with a better voice
My words might have done more than flatter
And yet even with all these things
I know it would have happened the same way

Because even now
I still wish I could do it
All over again