committmentphobe.

shamelessly
arrogant
like the ego you wear on your shoulder
like the mark of your employer
embellished upon your sleeve
that allows you to remain
committmentphobic there as well

go ahead
flaunt it
i dont want it

a child boy in a mans man skin yourself
i wish you would its
no skin off your back

you
had your way with me
but in the end i'll have my way with you too
we'll see whose heart is left
tattooed like my lower back
black ink permanence like death
the stamp of the whore
you took me for.

*update: this poem has been published in "Shouted Whispers", you can check it out set against a gorgeous background along with many other talented women artists at: www.shoutedwhisper.com