You crawl to me before the dawn. Softly begging pleading. Your whispered words curling around my ears like poisonous vines.
“Please.
I love you
Don’t go.”
It takes to much to deal with you, your desires, your needs.
Because I do not want you. You refuse to see. I told you that I love another.
All I can do for you is hold you down and catch your tears, as a man takes your ass and I laugh at your shock.
