dull poem, dull pointed.

by bachelorette

i've been here.

i stay here, i'll be here
and don't look at me
like i'm the tourist

you come and you go but i always take you in
you love her then leave her
but i never shut you out

just once i'd like to shut the
door in your face. give you
back what you give me.
i want you to feel it
but even if you do you
won't be the same hurt.

whether or not it's right, i
want to give you the same
hurt.
but i'm about as good as a dull seringe
you've worn me down
i'm not nearly so tactful.