The Dating Game

So you think you can help me

but what can you do?

If I tie a noose around my neck

will you tighten the loop?

Will you kick out the stool

from under my feet?

Or just watch as I dangle?

Would that be neat?

If I’m doused in gasoline

would you light the match?

Would a burnt crispy body

be a good catch?

Or would you rather leave

and forget I exist?

Just walk away

or run to the exit.

You say you adore me

then spit in my face.

I’d rather you deplore me

than give me space.

I wish just one time

you’d admit you hate me.

That you’d rather die

than love me or date me.

So I’ll just wait

for your next text.

We’ll go out, have fun,

eat some food, have sex.

I don’t blame you.

They’re all the same.

I’m not sure

what’s the point of this game.

But I’ll just play

cause you’re all I’ve got.

And yeah, everything’s fine

until it’s not.