
Everytime I hear the popcorn notification on my phone I know it’s you.
I know you’ll need something;
Something I know that’ll I’ll do.
I won’t hear from you unless you’re in need. Whatever it is you can have it every time with no hesitation.
In the moment it seems normal. Genuine. But afterwards I know it’s desperation.
Our relationship is nothing; just a mere creation of my imagination and you having a servant to cater to you and for your domination and manipulation.
I’m your porn star and your freak. I’m your brain, your google, your “Alexa.” I’m your crash dummy. I’m your ATM. If you need it I’ll travel to the earth’s end. I’m your nurse to take away the pain. So loyal to you and more realer that I got the stains and I’m the dealer. I inspire you and validate your ego so you can go and be someone else’s hero.
A woman will give everything. A tree full of leaves until she’s bare.
Me I never run out; always in full bloom. I can pour and pour from my cup until I flood a room.
So when you call me I’ll be there. And make it all seem effortless and do whatever without a care.
So use me please; I need you too!
Because I want you to need me. I want to be your geanie until I learn how to free me.



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