R.S.L.

i hate the way You leave me after,
the tone in Your voice that says
I'm done with you,you are dismissed
the way You turn away and sleep

i love You enough to put up with it
maybe You need me to be someone else
the only way You can stand me is to
close Your eyes and pretend i am her

behind me,above me,beside me,inside me
who is this woman that i become
when You touch me,fuck me,punish me
is she better,does she love You more

who will i be in the morning
when You turn Your eyes to mine
when You rise and face me again
will she be here between U/us

who's hair is this that is used to control me
to pull me back to You,guide me toward You
are these her lips that You enter that You own
will it be her pleasure that You seek or mine

You sleep now You dream of her,don't You
it was me here,You know,surrounding You
tending to You obeying You needing You
she is just a memory still she takes You

i am not enough i know,i am not her
i will never be anyone but who i am
she is gone yet i remain,Your slave
still she is here Your master Your own

to You i belong,Your slave,Your servant
she has become Someone else's bitch
she obeys Him now kneels before Him
He alone eats her beats her fucks her

come to me let me tend to You adore You
Master me command me use me abuse me
she will no longer bend for You to You
she has moved on when will You do the same

here i am on my knees in front of You
when will You see me for who i am
here i dwell hoping waiting longing
for one single touch that is mine

alone