You Don't Eat Soup, You're Not Poor

The thing I liked best

About you, 

When first we met

Was number one, 

That you said I was prettier in person

And number two,

That I can see through you.

Instinctively, I knew

That you were not a genuinely nice person. 

No pretense 

Matter of fact

You're just that awesome

And pretentious 

 

You kissed me

And for the first time in my life, 

I felt nothing. 

You are the first person I've met, 

That I can't feel your heart

Radiating

Pulsing through your skin

And bleeding onto me.

It's a refreshing change 

To not feel the need to wear my heart on my sleeve

Or if I do, 

You wouldn't care. 

 

Fucking you, 

I felt nothing. 

No burning desire to please you, 

Or love you, 

Or make you mine. 

It did excite me, that it excited you

When I bit your lip

So I bit it again, harder

The only pleasure the promise of bringing you pain

And lots of it. 

 

Then you went and said said you liked me, 

And you were hurt I didn't text you first

Which was confusing, all things considered,

After you jokingly called me a whore

Even more confusing, 

An invite to not only come over, 

But to stay the night

So I went, and I did, and I'm still not sure I should have

But seeing your life up close

I think maybe you are lonely

Maybe you've never been truly loved

Worst of all, 

Maybe you actually like me

And maybe your awesomeness is all an act, 

Covering your insecurities 

 

It was so nice, 

Lying in bed with you, 

Talking about our lives,  your dogs, and soup

With your head in my lap

Maybe I should reconsider you

Maybe