Fatalist Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

If you gave me what I wanted,
All the time.
You would not be on my mind...
Doubted.

If you gave me what I wanted,
All the time.
You would not be on my mind...
Doubted.

How can I be the one demanding,
If I'm there at your command?
You should have no questions about it,
To doubt it.

How can I be the one demanding,
If I'm there at your command?
You should have no questions about it,
To doubt it.

You make me think you're a fatalist.
No doubt about it.
No doubt about it.
You make me feel I could slit my wrists.
No doubt about it.
No doubt about it.

If you gave me what I wanted,
All the time.
You would not be on my mind...
Doubted.

If you gave me what I wanted,
All the time.
You would not be on my mind...
Doubted.

You make me think you're a fatalist.
No doubt about it.
No doubt about it.
You make me feel I could slit my wrists.
To see if this would make you happy.

How can I be the one demanding,
If I'm there at your command?
You should have no questions about it,
To doubt it.

You make me think you're a fatalist.
No doubt about it.
No doubt about it.
You make me feel I could slit my wrists.
To see if this would make you happy,
If I laid in blood bleeding.

If you gave me what I wanted,
All the time.
You would not be on my mind...
Doubted.