get out of my mouth, Bukowski!

When we met
she told me she
wanted to be
alone.

But I didn’t listen
and soon I was in
her bed
until

one day
she said she
needed to be
alone.

But I didn’t listen
and this was repeated
many times
until

one night
she told me that
she didn’t not want
to spend the night
with me.

I looked around
her room and I saw
the cat on the bed
and a stack of books
on the nightstand and
I realized the

only
thing in her
life saying
she wasn't
alone
was me.