Dirty Sheets

I won't sleep in dirty sheets, 
sit and wait           
                     while you smoke and think. 


I don't wear that shade of pink.


Black's more my style.
Like my heart, and maybe your's too.
So I'll just chalk this up to a dodge -
    
            Phew.


You like me... 
            what's that?
Not enough I guess, more like a fee, flat.
Like falling on your face
Sigh, what a waste.


I can't sit anymore and watch you play nice,
For me, that's a bit of a sacrifice.
You go pick up your pieces, honey, 
I got my own 
                      jigsaw 
                              to solve.