It starts out so wonderfully, marvelous,
But then takes a turn for the worse when you realize
You are not the only woman that brings a certain gleam into his eyes,
But you’re in too deep.
You have turned a deaf ear to the sounds of his silent footsteps
As he tries to leave onto his Midnight creep
As you close your eyes and begin to cry.
He hooked you in,

“But he loves you, right?”

Purposefully finding reasons to get upset…
While all along planning on how to get another woman wet
With his mouth that just so happened
To be used intentionally to make you cry
Without remorse, for you are no longer
His number one choice,
(it’s off to the next selection),
And even the sound of your trembling voice
Irritates him.

“But he loves you, right?”

You’ve convince yourself that things will get better
Because having a piece of a man is better
Than having none at all
As you sit in the silence waiting for your Midnight call…
You realize you’re nothing to him but a “booty call”
Giving in to the thrill of assisting in wanton lust.
You have degraded your body
For a man to whom you cannot trust,
Yet you pretend you’re OK with it.

"But he loves you, right?"

However you rationalize the situation it’s a shame,
And the longer you allow him to
Have his way with it you’ll become bitter.
You’ve become nothing more to him but a free “pussy” giver
Tricking yourself into believing that what you have
Is special,
But if you stop to think wasn't he claiming the same
To the last few.

“But he loves you, right?’

Note - Thank you DJ Deezy for the inspiration for this piece. Many women will read this and see themselves, (I know I did), and I hope they wake up.