I Know
By Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: I own none. If I did, you'd see a whole lot more merchandise.
I know you don't love me, Kevin Mask. I know that you only seek my company because you're mad at Mars. I don't care because I have loved you since I met you. I can't believe Mars doesn't appreciate a fine man like you: well-spoken, hygienic, so very clean and pure looking.
I don't care that you don't love me right now, because you will love me after this night. I'm gonna make this the best sex of your life.
I wake up and you're not lying next to me. I hope it's because you're telling Mars good-bye, that you have chosen me instead.
You've come to my bed again, having had another argument with Mars. I still welcomed you into my bed, because this time I know I will make you love me. This time you will choose me over him, because I'm the one who really cares about you. I did meet you first; thus I have dibs on your affections.
The next morning you're gone once again.
The cycle repeats itself over and over. Every time I hope this will be the time you love me. Each time I'm disappointed. Each time you go back to Mars once you made up.
This may be the hundredth time I'm welcomed you into my bed. The hundredth time you've argued with Mars, or maybe just want to make him jealous again. I know you're just using me, that you really don't love even respect or me me. I'm like a comfortable old shoe. An old shoe you use when you don't want to wreck your new fancy ones. HehI am a shoe. I'm literally you're comfortable old shoe.
Ya know, you're not the first person to use me. My father and grandfather use to do the same things you like to do. But at least this time I've given a choice.
I wake up the next day. You're gone once again. I cry, because this time I realized you're just like my father and grandfather, only polished up and spit-shined. That this use hurts even worse then being used by them, because this time I let myself be used.
I get into the shower. I'm not clean. No matter how hard I scrub, I won't be clean.