trust

you said that
this would be fun.
that no one would
get hurt,
handcuffs and
whipped cream.
so you cuffed me to
the bed in my bvd's,
but it's been three
hours now, and you've
taken the key.
i heard the car
start as you pulled
out of the driveway.
you even took the
whipped cream.
this is no way for
a relationship to
start out. in fact
i would say that
the trust i had
in you has been
broken.
it may even be
irrepairable if you
don't return soon.
the wedding is
definitely off, and
if i ever get out
of here i'm cancelling
the cake, the band,
the hall. i'm losing
circulation in my
arms and legs and
other places.
it's not good.