And so it is done;
My naked body lies upon the hardwood floor,
Praying for the rug you swore you'd get me.
A cigarette is lit in the darkness
A little red light in a blackened room
As stagnant smoke fills the air.
And so I lie naked, open and cold,
Your sweat still glistening on my skin,
Your breath fresh upon my neck.
Even now I crave your touch,
Your approval, some sign of affection,
Though I know it is a hopeless cause.
The love that plainly reflects in my eyes,
Is met with your empty, uncaring stare,
And yet I cannot tear myself from you.
“It's getting late” you say,
As if I could not predict those words,
Or the look on your face as you run away.
And next time you call I'll do it again,
You're my obsession, my drug, my Mary Jane.
Forever addicted to your cold embrace,
Your empty sex and your heartless face.