I do it because I want to.
I do it because it’s what I’m used to.
But the moments after leave me craving, contemplating and confused.
I don’t understand how you can be comfortable sleeping with me and spending time with me,
all the while leaving more than enough room
for another man to take your place.
I make it easy for you to behave this way,
because I’ve acknowledged your actions,
but I tolerate them too.
Would you believe me this go ’round if I said that I’m through?
Because I am.
You don’t want me,
but you don’t want me with anybody else.
I’ve said it before,
but I swear this time I mean it.
I’ll make sure that I prove it to you.
Poet: Stefanie Parrott