If

Why do I
Still obsess about you
When really
You were just another dick
Attached to the dick
That I still obsess about

If I had known that
You would call me fat
And call me old
You told me you never cared for me
And then you told
Me that you would take your dick away

No longer for me to play
And yet
I still obsess about the days
and the nights and all of the long
Afternoons with you inside of me