"you smell"

This is not the term you want to hear when you have just enacted in a ritual that is supposed to be enjoyable, sensual, and fabulous.
This is not what you want to hear when that said ritual wasn't the best you have ever had.
This is not what you want to hear when you are just finishing your "woman time" of the month and you are already in a pissy mood.

Today made me realize, and made me question more. Why do I like him? What do I find so appealing? At the moment, absolutely nothing. He has cheated on his girlfriend, he just told me I smell, and yet this is all for a physical relationship. Not because he still loves me, not because he wants to be with me. Purely for the reason that most teenage boys come up with; they are ruled by hormones.
But I guess we are too. Girls can go a little crazy too. We're hounds. We look for the best of the best.
I'm not going to sugar coat this: I feel like a total whore just taking a booty call. I feel like every feminist stance I have ever believed in has just been flushed down the toilet.
I'm tired of this never ending pattern that has been going on for two years now. Something has got to change.

I am taking up space I’m right out of place
I’m holding a half-hearted smile to your face
It’s pretty enough but watch out it fades away
Time is ticking so fast
Does anything last
Soon I will be just apart of your past
I’ll leave you with this
You hold on in blissful memories