Satisfied?

sam-oliver Poems

*In the end, I never harmed any of you. When you were down, I held you high. I drank your pains, It left me dry. Does that make you Satisfied? You were injured by 'love', I licked your wounds. Remember, I let go of you Because you Wanted me to. But always, I remained by your side. Does that make you satisfied? You asked my hand Then ****** away, What was it You were trying to say? In the end, You could not decide. Does that make you satisfied? We loved each other, So I thought. Till you drowned yourself In another man's wine. But I remained steadfast, I think you'll find. But forgiveness was my only friend After you took to the bitter end. You only wanted me to ride. Does that make you satisfied? We loved each other, So you said, But all that really Filled your head Was using me To fill your bed. Till I knew that I was on your side. Does that make you satisfied? You, too. You also claimed love, But only as long As I wore your glove. I did your deeds, I sowed your seeds. But, in the end, What did you owe me? Nothing, Apparently. From this past, I cannot hide. Does that make you satisfied? You 'loved' me, But not as much as her. Menage a trois, You wanted more. You promised love All of my days As long as I Could always stay Tolerant of another lover Who sneaked her way Into our covers. In the end, I had to decide. I could not make you satisfied. All the women in my life, Put me through Such troubles and strife. But despite their sins, I'd hold them in. For each of them, I would die. But they never will be satisfied.*