Fooled Me for Years with the Wrong Pronouns

You made me cry in cruel stations, So I missed many trains. You married others In plausible buildings. The subsequent son Became my boss. You promised me nothing But blamed me for doubting when who wouldn’t. If  I knew how to please you — who have found Out my faults. In dreams I’m wild with guilt. Have pity Kill it. Then, when I’ve lost all hope, Kiss me again, your mouth so open — I’d give anything for one more night — That I go without thought. Don’t bite. No, Mark me. My husband already knows Exactly what owns me.