Stand Strong Seme

He's come back, to haunt you again.
Don't listen as he whispers to you.
Sweet little words, of love and joy
Mask the cruelty of his intentions;
He doesn't love you.
Does he even know how?
He can't love you,
Two seme's can't get along.
You need an uke,
And so does he.
And when you were his uke,
You crumbled under need.
Need to control,
to hear those lovely words;
"Yes Mistress,
I"ll do anything for you."
Does he think he loves you?
Maybe it's so,
But his brand of love
Just doesn't sell.
Not here,
In your tortured heart,
Not in your world.
Block out his words,
Don't hear a sound.
Block him out
And with head high,
Find your uke,
Discard his Hell.