1/12/08

Forget blaming myself—
it’s you.
When I say I want to be loved,
I don’t just mean a good fuck
(I do have a hand, after all).
You see, once the sex wears off
this relationship needs a lot
of something more.
And not more of you.
You’ve given your body;
what more than an orgasm
can you offer me?
It’s nice to hear, but conversation
isn’t screaming my name in bed;
tapping into my bank account
isn’t sharing expenses;
and despite moaning it,
you don’t… “love, love, oh God, love”.. me.
After all, you’d put on that act
while fucking anyone rich,
even if it was Mr. Ed, even if
you were simultaneously dating
someone else… like ME, for example.
So I’ve decided: I love
your tight ass but not you.
I’m not sorry. We’re over…
and so is the term on my
BMW rental.