The Heartwrencher

you tell me i'm the only girl that's ever been nice to you,
which i don't see after
all the times i ignored your phone calls
and called you names so you'd loosen your grip
on my car and my heart
and leave.
you like to pour on the compliments
and sentiments,
tell me how much you love me,
but only when you're drunk do i really exist.
if i could hear you say
that i am beautiful and you love me
on those mornings where you wake up
with a sore stomach and a clear head
(but not a clear conscience),
then maybe i would believe you
and i'd let you put your seat down
and take what you really want from me.