the cruel pages

 
stained glass feelings
vibrantly colored
shatter under your heel
 
arrogance the armor you wear  
to do battle on the field of love
but lover I'm not your enemy
I'm a woman with desires
who fancies your heart
 
cheers to the prick
who stalks my pages year after year
and yet refuses to open up to me
don't you know I adore your fuckery
but desire the intimacy of you
 
I will stroke your ego
massage your pride
fellatio your masculinity  
 
I'm so much more than a wet cunt
you affect me on a deeper level
I had dreams of reaching you
 
here's to another year without you
I hope the lass you're buried into tonight
can fully satisfy your cruelty