Dysfunctional Booty Call Poem by June FeirCruz

'No booty calls for me
You are better off being my lady.
If mindless physicality is what you are after
I am not the man you should be under'.

So, I enjoyed your company
Those endless days of pure ecstasy
Your thoughtful and generous ways
Endeared you to me like no other.

Days, weeks, months passed
The never ending accusation started
Mindless suspicions of what supposedly I am doing behind your back
You attack me like there is no turning back.

Soon, things turned really ugly
Your Iphone received a text that is really nasty
You 'hurt' some woman's feelings by telling her she's got better offers
This woman, by the name of Marie.

I would never understand
Why the illusion of love was necessary
I could have love you even with your womanizing ways
If only you could have been forthcoming with me.

You turned something that could have been pure
Into a dysfunctional booty call.
And only because you had no guts
To pull off being a player once and for all.