Red Flags

You're too much like the ones before

Always sneaking in for more

And complain I am such a bore

When I am not a bottom whore

What are we meeting and talking for

Life right now feels like a chore

Trapped with a wave of lust galore

I miss the times you opened the door

The promises and love that you swore

I found sweetness in your rotten core

Even when you left me crying on the floor

Through all the red flags I found my heart sore

My affection will still pour and pour

But I'm just one on the list you score