Decisions

She loves me not,

She loves me.

I love her-

I love her not

Stop.

I’m never alone,

And when I’m free, she wants my time,

I want my red wine.

If I don’t want to hang,

She starts to feel.

I don’t want to talk-

Sometimes I just want to fuck,

And have my blood oranges peeled.

Maybe a red sauce,

The holy trinity of meatballs:

Beef,

Pork,

Veal,

Scarpetta with my bread-

She would complete the meal.

But you can’t have the goods just because.

Tell her about your day,

What you ate,

Where you was.

Pour her a glass,

Roll a mummy.

Listen when she talks,

Laugh when she says something funny.

Sorry.

It’s not you,

It’s me.

You’re right-

I was wrong to think

You should give it to me for free.

Apologies.

I meant… without effort.

My problem is,

I love her body,

But I don’t know

If I want it forever.

Starting to think- never.

“I’m tired,

I think I’ma go to bed.

I’ll get up with you tomorrow.”

That’s the last thing to her

I ever said.