He left me
Twelve red roses
I’m pretending it was you.
He says, “If I ever go –
I would only go
With you.”
You only laugh because
You’ve been there more
Than once without me.
He says he wants to
Marry me away
From all my sins.
You dowse all thought
Of morality in carnal pleasure
Temporarily.
He loves my brain.
You worship my body.
I blame him
For all the pain
I have ever known
And he says he is sorry.
You are forever in the mood.
He tells me that he loves me
I am pretending it was you.