I need a sign: THIS ISN’T LOVE, okay?
Love’s just another item on the list:
no anal, bondage, drugs, no being kissed,
no love. You pay, you come, I leave, you stay.
And neither of us gets to change the rules.
I’m not your friend. I’m doing this for me.
And no, you cannot ask me why. I’d lie
before I told you anyway. Don’t try.
And don’t think anything is yours for free.
I don’t do conversation—not with fools.
I’m here because you asked me, not because
I want to be with you. You’re anyone.
There’s no one else but you. I wish there was
but that’s an old dream. Stop. Let’s get this done.