I dyed my hair for you
and it's so low.
You won't even know the difference
because it's been two months
since you told me you liked the shade.
But today you'll see
I've been maintaining for you.
I'm so fucking sickened by this,
but I love the heavy-gutted feeling
you give me when I see you passing.
You're always making any excuse to
give me some words and I have to wonder
if your interest in me purely
professional.
After our silence
I imagine us making love.
Life's turned demented
because self-stroking is
all I have to keeps me from humping
all the boys and girls
that I know.
I finish up hasty
just so I can see you.
I know where and when you'll be going by.
Today you'll see
I've been maintaining for you.
Today you'll know
I'm maintaining because you want me to.