i keep telling
myself i can let you go.
"i don't need him,"i tell everyone
but when i look at you and you smile
i wonder if this will be like before
simple distractions to keep me
from crawling back to that face.
i pay for your dinner and your life
and you slowly become used
to my kindness, taking advantage.
now i play the man's role in our love
maybe once, you could treat me
to an evening date and a car ride.
it's not all that much to wish for.
but from you it seems it is.