a poem

tie me up in words and mark me A to Z
only to strike me dumb with your ignorance
welcome me, hold me, abandon me;
you wont be the first or last.
show me the facade of your best behaviour
hide who you are and what you really think of me
if i cared i might be upset;
tell it to someone who does because you almost never know better!
you make like a sculpture giving some glorious aesthetic impression.
False.
First.
First.
False.
I see you rotting,
clean for eternity, or so you would have me believe;
I trust to my every drug - sense
rather than paint your dead silhouette in metaphor
on my fantasy canvas.
i dont need you .... but i do want you.