I Asked for a Bad Romance, and Ate it Too!

by Chevalterre Nabil,

28 May 2010

From the beginning
you doubted 'us',

As I convinced myself

that you were the one.

You've been writing

your lines

more cleverly

than mine.

I admire that...

of course,

that's fine.

But no longer

can I give you:

- my good vibes

- my body

- my heart

- nor my soul...

You bragged

that you don't pray

and that's a shame

Because you

have taken advantage

of my prayers and meditations

You've led me on

texting,

"lick, lick, lick"

Yet you pay

for my ticket

to go see you

"prick, prick, prick"

Unfulfilled

you've left me

with agreed freedom

to play

And when I ask you to share

tales of a probable mistress

Outloud you deny:

- and your bed's vibe

- your toys

- your eyes

- your internet user history

- the myspace comments left over

- the sticky cam-corder

- the way you ignore me

- forgetting to read my e-mails

- you don't mention me to your son

- or your mom, whom I miss.

Your lack of courtesies

And while I got turned on

You started snoring...

You grinned

as I claimed neglect..

And as you prepare for leave,

you won't bother to see me

in my home town...

"not for one day"

(My friends warned

in concern.)

It never entered your mind.

Your ex,

the mother of your child...

like her --

I'll never be

horrifically submissive

And be abused by your

lack of compassion...

I'd asked

how you felt about

some situations

You gave your quickie -

vague, ambiguous answers:

"Sure.. okay...

I want you as a partner,

but don't know what kind.

... and IF you're comfortable,

it's fine by me."

And no matter what...

with or without me,

You're MAD,

PISSED,

and TORKED

All over little shit

And - no wonder...

your co-workers

disrespect you.

No wonder I too

have fallen out

of liking you.

I am

no page

in your chapter

Cause

I want

and demand

some dick

and pussy

either or

with boobies

all over my face

And mylover's face

between my...

Ha-ha-ha!!!

You sexted

"lick, lick, lick"

and you thought

it was cute.

- losing your poetic license

So what...

I had asked

for a bad romance

and it's true

I got it

from you.

Abuse and neglect

are for no one

... neither me

nor you.