I Will Be

poem about what i think and how i don't care

i'll be your good girl
your nice girl, your sad girl
to tie down, abuse
your candy button
your lollypop
that sweet stuff between your teeth
your gum you chew on
and spit on the ground
i'll rot in your mouth
and you'll love it
i'll be your drug, your addiction
your pricey cocaine
crush me into dust and
keep me in a bag
i'll be the fly on your wall
in your bedroom
at night
buzzing in your ear, making love to your brain
i'll be your play thing
your toy
your bad thing under your bed
i'll be your speeding ticket
the cop wrote
cause you took me way too fast
i'll be all those dark
dirty
disgusting secrets
that no one has to know
didn't you hear me boy?
i'm feeling sick again
not that stomach, head sick
that rape me sick
that sick that makes you write poems
that don't make any sense
at all