You don’t have to trust me
and god knows I’ve given you little reason to
but you ought to trust somebody.
Burned as you may be
you’ll be better off
if you open yourself up to expression of some sort.
Tell the truth to someone.
Allow yourself
to be vulnerable.

You don’t have to love me.
I understand.
I’ve seen pictures of my big ol’ butt.
I understand that all this
might not be for everybody.
But
like Springfield said
“You better love somebody.
It’s late.”
Let yourself feel.
Let yourself live.

You don’t have to have sex
with me
but I really wish you would.