You treat me worse than ever
and yet still I want
you to kiss me goodnight
I still hug the stuffed kitty you
got me, like everything's alright
still hope for your love, like there is no never
too many months, bothered by your haunt
and I still come back to
this critique, with a smile
hoping this time Ill get it right
and you wont hurt me tonight
and it'll be okay for a little while
until you decide again, you might
test my strength, and taunt
your wickedness is pleasure
this is the last mile
the end of your endeavour
I don't care about your vile
sense of humour
anymore.