Stab Thy Back

My back only has so much surface
And I just have one
You’re going to have to quit all that stabbing
So here it is, the cheek you’ve been begging for
As your guilt pleads for my open arms
Don’t you think I’ve done enough?
I’m simply drained, I have no more blood
You cost dearly my “friend”—my husband
And you fork yourself over too cheaply
So willing to explore anything but yourself