You saw my titties

and did not touch them

I did not take it personal

I smiled at your refusal and enticed you

with my eyes, hoping to warm your ice

You heard my brain

but asked no questions

I continued to spill but it was never mopped up

you felt my pleas and turned your back

I reached out and massaged your feet and foolishly thought

you’d return the favor

You tasted my love, it never digested in your system

I seasoned it with jokes, with soft blond inspired verbiage, made

you the man but I was never your girl

I smelled your indifference

but thought it rightful resignation that

needed to be mollified, pacified

and won over.

You could not know for me no flame burned.

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