Sickness Described and Rebutted at Once

Drag me into that field
Take me into that shack
Let me become that man who touched you
Let me become the man that all men were later
Did you love me for my ignorance?
Or was it my IQ?
Was it the size of my dick?
The length of my reach?
My vocabulary and diction?
Could I spell my name with lowercase?
Could you ever hate my name more?
When all I did was sell you out
When all you did was buy me cheap
Should I lose sleep for becoming that man?
Or did I heal something inside you by doing so?
And when I kissed you did notice my soft lips?
Or my awful, grabbing hands?