graphic by roxanne cubero
Do you really want to know the truth?
Why I yearn for you?
Why my heart aches and burns for you?
I suppose it’s because you’ll give me a drop of love
Here and there
And I carry a bowl in my hands as I follow you around,
Tongue dangling from parted lips
Drooling as I fawn and fantasize, like a loyal little puppy at your feet
And slowly, you fill up my bowl
Just as soon, as I’m about to relish in the sweet nectar
You’ve so tenderly provided drop by drop
As I follow you home, up the stairs, wagging my tail as you pull out your key
You step inside your world and slam the door in my face
And all your love is left in a puddle on the floor
Being the pathetic lovesick pet I am
I drop to my knees and lap your love up off the floor and beg
Scratching at your door for more.
Like a stupid little bitch, I mistake your crumbs for a feast
Or is it that I happily overlook the shit you feed me?
Truly, I must give you your props
You have mastered your craft
Reel me in so easily, baiting me into your embrace
And once you’ve gotten your use out of me
You toss me aside and you’re able to do it again
And again, I envy your bravery, I would never have the guts
To treat someone who loved me as cruelly as you do
Should I even be upset with you?
Because I’m the fool who falls for the trick
If there’s someone here to blame, it must be myself
I should be ashamed of my love drunkenness
But unfortunately I’ve fallen too far for you
I couldn’t climb out of this grave I’ve dug if I wanted to
So there
There’s your truth
Was that what you wanted to hear?
Or did you expect sweet flowery details about your eyes
Your smile or your laugh?
Did you want me to compliment your wit and admire your brains?
Stroke your ego the way I stroke your cock?
It doesn’t matter, this is what you get