terms of service
do you love me, genuinely?
don’t scoff and say, “yes, of course” like a damned reflex.
think about it for a minute.
do you love me?
when i’m crying like we’ve got room for that in this economy,
when i can’t stop talking so i just bulldoze over everything you want or do say?
when my room is a wreck filled with piles of dirty laundry and stacks of dirty dishes,
when i still leave my body littered with scars and scabs and heat blisters even when you beg me not to?
when i’m ransacking your bathroom cabinets for antihistamines like a motherfucking pack rat,
when i’m on my knees in the driveway crying and screaming so loud the neighbors hear?
when i throw your worst mistakes in your face ‘cause i hold grudges like hell,
when you need me to hold you but i’m too much of a coward to?
when i’m opening your fridge while you’re in the bathroom just to steal some of your beer,
when i’m sitting here bitching about how i’d rather be anywhere else while i sit at the foot of your bed?
be brutal with me,
i won’t be mad at you.
do you love me all the time
or just sometimes?
