Loved You The Least

Your lipstick never looked good on me,
The sex was never satisfying
To be honest I hated it when you wanted to cuddle afterwards,
I just wanted to take a boiling hot shower
Alone.

I wanted to rid myself of your scent
Cheap perfume,
As cheap as you.

I would pray the whole time I stood under the spray,
Ridding myself of your wicked ways
That you would go home
That you would be on your own.

After an hour or two,
When my skin was shriveled like a prune,
You would be gone.
But you would conveniently leave,
Your shit behind for me,
To return to you.

I would wait at your door,
With your junk in my hand
Sometimes it was a toy
Needless to say, the neighbors and I were not great friends.

Upon you opening your door,
You would just smile and stand
You wanted me to come in,
You begged me to come in with a devilish grin.
I resisted, although you were relentless.
Although you were already half-undressed.

Leaving the way I came,
Wondering why I could never cum
Maybe it was the way you would always say,
That you loved me the most.

The most?
I thought I was your only
Maybe you misunderstood when I said I wanted to be exclusive,
Or I could blame it on the way you easily become horny.

So I decided that I would never wear your lipstick again,
It never looked good on me anyway.
I decided that you were no longer welcome in my bed,
You were a hog anyway.
I decided that I needed some rest,
Find someone who really loved me
Before I would be willing to undress.