somewhere there is a girl
who is saying, prove that you love me
to someone who watches her sleep
and makes sure
she feels wonderful when he
slides his **** into her *** that morning.

and I know that may not mean much
to other people
but having that would
make me stop visiting my palm-reader who
says I will birth triplet boys
when I can hardly handle
loving a single man, who is saying

I adore you
why don’t you kiss me harder when you are
angry.

but he doesn’t just **** me hard
when he is sad
he just waits until I ask.

prove that you love me, the girl will say
just don’t be surprised if
I forget that
you need me anyway
because caring this much is the same as
drowning in holy water when
god keeps pulling your head up.