baby is such an overrated word, every syllable screaming

syrupy love and sugar coated fuck-me-words.

he used to whisper it in my ear, baby, as if that could make

me unbutton his jeans, and maybe, for a while,

i became his, just to feel that sweet taste on my tongue.

and after, i would touch him and know this was wrong,

even as his lying lips moved ever so slowly, baby.

he was such an overrated word, every syllable screaming

beat up street boy doing too many lines.

i might have been his baby, but he'll always be dirty.