One More Word

i'm so sick of
pretty, sexy, hot
my face and body
are on fire
and my brain's
left here to
rot

i'm so sick of
lying by
omission
instead i'd like to
just lie here
sleeping
and on a mission

i'm so sick of
you being no kind of
athlete
with the ball
spinning in your court
maybe if you'd spit it out
you'd be just short
of beat

and if i loved myself
the way you say i should
i'd have to shoot you in the head before
you could utter one more word.