de-romanticized

darling,
lick the sweat and dirt
from my heels
kiss the ground
where my skirt trailed
-tell me i'm real-

love,
you're not as lovely
as you might believe
how could you ever
think i was
innocent or naive

boy,
get down on your knees
and beg me.
i'll release you from my hold
when i'm done with you
-eventually-

love,
it's too late.
to kiss the salty tears
from my face, and make it better
because when i said now,
was when you said never...

and i try to understand,
i really do.
but i just don't know
how you can give up on something
that's right in front of you!

so darling,
don't worry about my heels,
dirty from walking all day.
and i don't need you to tell me i'm real
(at least, that's what i'll say)
but don't forget
that i was still by your side
when everything else fell away...