Dick

Is it the rum? No.
What am I to you?
Some play thing?
Were you ever real?
Am I a toy?
SIM girlfriend.
You test me and I surpass,
yet I have no chance.
Can't touch you.
Can't kiss you.
She was touching you.
You tease with your spiky hair,
your good looks, and charm.
Say you don't want to be a dick.
Were you ever going to tell me?
Didn't want a townie girlfriend.
Couldn't date a co-worker.
Wouldn't date someone with fresh baggage.
All my shit handled and you choose another.
Talk about a perfect world.
Try to impress me.
Stare at me from across the room.
So many conditions.
Might be worth it if there is a chance.
If you're fucking with me,
I've had enough of that.
I thought you were better than that.
I thought you were for real.
You say you want me to be safe.
You help me and I don't know why.
You care and don't at the same time.
Bloody knuckles are what I have to show,
for all the tests you've put me through.
Despite my strongest protests,
I've fallen for you.
Right now, I feel like I've been lied to.
Say you don't want to be a dick.
You twist me up and over time and again,
and you have a girlfriend?
Dick.

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By Raeanne G. Roy. All rights reserved.