Genie

Treat me like a genie because you know I'll grant your wish...

I am just a slave inhabiting this lamp you rub against.

You say you'll grant me freedom,

you've said it ever since I made your dreams materialize;

but over and over and over again I submit to you at my own expense.

I know I shouldn't love you--even though you say I am a gift...

so why am I so afraid of losing you?

What happens when I cannot grant your wish?

I am just a genie and in your orbit I exist

to please and fulfill you.

I have come to understand that I will suffer for this.