Don't tell me you love me
Don't even try to say
That you want or need me
And then go about your way
I know all the lies
I've heard all the excuses
I've cried in long sighs
Over all their abuses
And don't you try to flirt
Don't even say I'm cute
Just to reach down my shirt
Then to give me the boot
I've played all the games
And I'm aware of the tricks
You just cage me to tame
And there is nothing more sick
Don't tell me you want me
Your story doesn't fit
I am just a body;
A friend with benefits
I've seen all the kinds
And I know the way it goes
You'll take me from behind;
Use me for God only knows
YOU ARE READING
Thistles & Crosses
RandomA collaboration of contemplations, poetry and journalling. Sequel to Mute & Blind, Wings For Flight (find them at @bohemianragamuffin) and Kaleidoscopic Blitzkrieg, Phoenix Flame and Falling Into Place.
