you've sold yourself to the women on the movie screens,
and i am just a limp body on your bed.
i'm just waiting for you to touch me,
or kiss me,
or hold me.
but you touch your screen,
and you wish you were hers.
i know you think it.
"i'm not good enough," i tell you,
but you tell me differently and turn back to the screen and press your
hands on the glass tightly enough that you think you're touching her.
i turn to my side and i pour the contents of my soul out on the bed.
but you never noticed.
you were too busy looking at your movie screen.

*this was created to free the bad thoughts in my mind and i'm not sorry if it doesn't please you -mm