You hated me yesterday but you love me today.
You said you needed me, and I thought you meant it.
I found out you just needed someone to give pleasure
and make you feel better.
I guess I wasn’t good enough yesterday,
but I’m here today.
“Is that too much? ”
Too much is not enough,
I guess you are tuff after all.
You were crying the minute I said,
“did you have enough? ”
Give me more you said,
without any questions I went ahead.
I place it in underneath your layer of skin,
and I let out all the liquid you said,
“It makes me feel like sh*t.”
So, I questioned then why do you used it
over and over again.
You told me it makes you feel like it’s
your best friend,
but then who am I?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.