We are getting along

We are getting along
Rather nicely
Aren’t we?
Almost always faithfull
You flip flopping naked
Through the grass
My eyes full of lover’s pain
Their kisses visible
For all to see
On your arms and neck
It’s almost unbearable but I
Hide my disorder behind a
False smile
Fearful of your rejection
Wanting to hold you tight!
Finding myself in the bedroom alone
Holding my bleeding gut
I’m not dying but I feel almost dead
If we were meant to be
Why does your love for them?
Make me feel like a dirty old hunchback
One by one they go by your doorframe
Killert actors’ pickpockets
On and on
It leaves me in cold
Disbelief
Of what I’m willing to do
To feel your hair drop
On my belly
Just one more time