Every time you come
you come inside
You don't stand at my door with flowers
You don't ask for years of forgiveness
Between telephone calls from your current lover
and your former lover
Between your beady brown eyes
Between my sympathetic thighs
You don't stand at my door
You come inside
Licking the walls
with morning breath
Electing me as your timeless mistress
you know
Even the mice in my kitchen feel used
once you leave
And return to your current lover
or your former lover
Who you swore on your dick you didn't desire anymore
you lying sack of shit
Leave me
and my mice
and my welcome mat
alone
I am so sick of loving you.