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