I never say “I’m sorry,” and
I never tell you “No.”
I never beg for you to stay
or plead for you to go.
I’m not very demanding, nor
am I the sort to moan,
I’ll always wait for you you make
your lustful, pleasing groans.
I’ve never a kind word to say,
nor any of them mean,
I know your mind, your heart, your soul
adores my plastic sheen.
But someone else has come along
Her face alive with play,
I’m always here for you, love, but
you let me down that day.