a masochist’s swan song

i sate, suspending my strings
on your whims and fancies,
your self-absorbed delusions of grandeur
so when it snaps (routine to a fault)
chronic disappointment
stings like a welcomed friend,
your non-concern approving
giving giving giving open jaw
is yippee yay a dog on a leash.
a happy stitch an unhappy bitch
your consistency is my constant line.
nobody questions a tool,
why it builds. boom! get the job done,
is all. is. all. is. all that i am and will be
i feed on shackles of non-expectation.
pop this gun, charming spell. i dare you. i dare.