I laugh a little when I recall your teasing words:
"Do not fall in love with me."
What a joke. You idiot,
don't you know it is human nature to defy?

In hindsight I should have listened
but instead I gave you everything I had.
You said it first, lulled me into comfort with
"I love you."
The taste of those words became my favorite treat.
The feel of your body on mine was a dangerous thing.

Of course it wasn't long before it began to sour for you,
while only growing sweeter on my tongue.
I was (and still remain) so ******* in love with you.
But as is typical, I was too much for you
And you left me feeling grey
and wanting
and disposable.
Do you know what it feels like to be disposable?

It really is too bad
that you cannot love as well
as you can ****.