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They Lovs Me They Love Me Not Pluck a Petal Joke

Pray pretty please won't you tell me and let me know Which 1 you think i am in fact As i am both severely and uterly confused as i alone think i can not be both at the same time I am in fact to believe i am the 1 you compliment behind my back And speak of in ohh unsuch glowing terms and hold in such high regard Occasionally bring me gifts and invite round for Sunday dinner Or am i the 1 who despite all the ever so kind and right words you say In the cold hard light and reality of day Your actions seem to not only seem to contradict But almost seem like you revel and garner pleasure in the completely opposite Unless it is again me all at fault thinking i have somehow earned the right to tell you and presume i dare ask of you for a single thing what i actually want Unfortunately as i have to my cost learned that is not in fact how this works As quite obviously my only job and use is to work in servitude to please you And you i myself dont mind that either as i have long since learned to deal with and gotten over that The only thing i simply cannot suffer or i deteset is simply this When it is dressed up as if i am and you have taken me as a fool Which is in fact what actually hurts me most of all because it not only shows you know me ohh so well You know exactly how and what cuts me to the bone burns and hurts me as that is what i care for most So going back to the beginning in reference to whence i started If you are asking me which 1 i think you think i am On the evidence i have just provided i choose rather to judge you on actions not your words

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