Hating the lies that I come up with

Each day for your sake

To protect your fragile feelings,

Having no hold on my own.

I feign love and hold it for you

Bearing it on a silver platter

You will find holds nothing

Once you remove the lid

I have tried to tell you how limited my

Attraction to you is

Through well spun insults

I pretend please me.

You are well spoken and endearing

But do nothing for me within

I am not swooning

I am not wooed

I sure as hell am not horny,

For you.

You stick to me

You’re my very own man sized suction cup

A catch to those who can blind themselves

To non attractiveness

Loving solely the within

Though I have tried

I can’t see past it

I fall ill

My stomach is on the Wonder Wheel

But not because I have butterflies,

I do not.

Our love has passed the expiration date

My heart is curdled soy.