nearly every day
I ask you anew
to kill me now, and you say
no. I ask you
what I would never ask him
in a million years
because I am pretty sure
he’s a sociopath
and he just might
actually do it.
please don’t kill me now
no matter how much I may beg,
though you may regret
not killing me
if I do this thing that I must do
though I dread it greatly. we’ll
see.
be flattered, though,
that I can trust you
not to kill me now
no matter how much
I may deserve it.