Melissa’s Poem

Is it so hard
To satisfy your senses?

You found out to love me,
You have to climb some fences.

Scratching and crawling
Along the floor to touch you,

And just when it feels right,
You say you found someone to hold you.

Well, tell me:
Does she love you
Like the way I do?

Does she stimulate you?
Attract and captivate you?

Does she miss you?
Existing just to kiss you?

Does she want you?
Infatuate and haunt you?

Does she know just how to shock you?
Electrify and rock you?

Does she inject you?
Seduce you and affect you?

Like the way I do?

Can I survive
All these implications?

Even if I tried,
Could you be less than an addiction?

Don’t you think I know
There’s so many others

Who would beg steal and lie,
Fight, kill and die

Just to hold you
Like the way I do?

Tell me:
Does she love you
Like the way I do?

NOBODY LOVES YOU.
[Like the way I do]

“Like the Way I Do,” by Melissa Etheridge, 1988