“I need some help,” you remarked
mustering earnest saline tears
mascara streaking down your face.
“I’m looking for something”
you said between whimpers
as you tried to catch your breath between
gulps of sorrow.
“Come a little closer”
you said as your demeanor lightened
and your suffering momentairly abated.
“You can trust me, I won’t hurt you”
you reassured me
as I drew nearer
into an intimacy
that made me uneasy.
“That’s perfect right there”
You said, between gasps of pleasure
and punctuated laughter.
“FUCK YOU”
You said, as you kicked me in the balls
and went back to your weeping.
“YOU ARE WORTHLESS!”
You yelled as you slammed the door
Shoving me out like last week’s trash.
“Thanks for your god damned donation”
I muttered.
I was a quart low on pain and betrayal.