How Dare You?

How dare you be kind to me?
Let your soft voice wash over the syllables of my name,
How dare you look at me and make my bones turn to butter,
my blood to milk.

I am a continent of dairy products,
sweet and soft and ready to spoil.
Turning sour at the thought of you loving her,
and knowing that I am curdled for the fact that you don't care,

so how dare you be nice to me,
How dare you look at me,
when you'll never look at me with hungry eyes?