When you knocked on that door
I kept thinking of what you’d come for
Of course I know what you came for
Harry met Sally is now just folklore
You left your dignity at the door
Like you’ve already done many times before
And you took my sanity like a prisoner of war
Let me ride you so wild that I exploded at the core
When my bathrobe was left on the floor
I relived a tale that I’ve also come to abhor
A tale where I’m alone, stranded at the shore
A tale where I’m nothing but a bedside doe
I know am the one who let you in
Let you work me up and put it in
I know it’s my fault that I feel like a bin
At some point, these moments were a win
Lying under you, I feel so used
Listening to your rants, my person is abused
Doing your bidding, my ego gets bruised
I want you gone, but I am also confused
I think I want more, but not from you
I think I deserve more, but I’m not asking you
I do like guys, but not ones like you
You’re something borrowed, I want something owned
Trizah Fay © 2016