Coffee

Here's a question:

Why do you say
you need me
and you love me
when you only
make time to fuck me
before you
turn your back
and run?

Are you running
from the destruction
you see behind my eyes,
like a thief
who cannot face
the man he robs?

Hear me:

This low-down
insecure
hypocritical
side bitch of yours
doesn't want much.

I only wish
you would show up
one time
unannounced,
lay beside me,
pull me close,
and ask me--
once we've slept
for some time--
if I would please
make a pot of coffee
for us to share.