Pseudo-Poem

I am going to write myself a make believe love poem
My gosh you love me so much
I can hardly believe the love in your eyes.
The way you say good morning beautiful
makes my heart flip to the sky.
You tell me I am the only one you will ever love
that no one else will do.


Shit who am I fooling
this is simply not true.
Do I need a shrink?
or a guru
or my freakin head examined?
A grown woman playing make believe
and pretend
I know good and well
this isn't how life happens for me.
If anything i'd awake to you calling me a whore and to get on my knees and suck you off.
And then tell me to make you something to eat
and listen to complaints.
Watch you walk out the door knowing you will be fucking some little whore.
While I sit alone and write my poems.