Adam and eve

tonight you stooped to my level i am your mangy little whore you are trying to find your underwear and then your socks and then the door and you're trying to find a reason why you have to leave i know it's 'cuz you think you're adam and you think i'm eve you rhapsodize about beauty and my eyes glaze everything that i love is ugly i mean really, you would be amazed just do me a favor it's the least that you can do just don't treat me like i am something that happened to you i am truly sorry about all this you put a tiny pinprick in my big red balloon and as i slowly start to exhale that's when you leave the room i did not design this game i did not name the stakes i just happen to like apples and i am not afraid of snakes i am truly sorry about all this i envy your ignorance i hear that it's bliss so i let go of the ratio of things said to things heard and i leave you to your garden and the beauty you preferred and i wonder what of this will have meaning for you when you've left it all behind i guess i'll even wonder if you meant it at the time