Good Investment

The night I saw his hands in his hands. The night I watched the side of his face, a perpetual yawn and then the kicks and insults. Please do me. Gags and sniffs his gnawed-on fingers. I ask him to change his socks. I rub and wonder how I got caught up in an exhausting and unsatisfying loop. All I ever wanted was to be accepted for who I was and not what I could give. You're a good investment. But a gold-digger. "He had a party for his milestone day. All I got was a card." I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Beg on my knees as he rips and snowfalls the greeting over my head. Someone bronze me there on my knees so I can see my expression.