You wonder about me as I pass you
You want me but I won’t react
You are confused by your failure
If it is failure
You? Fail?
I must have something wrong with me
To not want you telling me what to do
Sliding your cheap fingers over me
Fingers that have slid over so much before
I must be crazy to not want you sweating on me
Calling me “baby”
Stretching in the morning like you have won some game
I pass you without acknowledgement
And am I really such a fool
To go on with my day
And not wonder about you?
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