Once a fuck, always a fuck you

So this is dream number...
I've stopped counting
though it wouldn't be fair to say
that I ever counted in the first place.

I wouldn't want to impair your trust
in my viability as a truth talker so soon
and with nary a trace of knowledge of
my true character.

Excuse me, I'm in rare form,
how about another merlot?
oh...
Sure, sure, let's take this slow.

So about my dream,
well, you were in it.
You were symbolized by a...
This isn't agonizing, is it?

I just figured I'd cut the bullshit,
but that doesn't seem to be happening.

Here, take my napkin,
you're tearing a little.
Do you have something in your eye?
You never cry...

except from laughter.
My my, I shouldn't have called you here
so soon after...

Wait, ok, here, let me concentrate.
Don't allow the furrow in my brow
to fool you.
I'm perfectly fine
and it's not like I committed a crime!
Ok, at least not this time.
Remember? You said "what's yours is mine."
or shit, maybe it was the other way around.
Ugh, I sound like a dog's whine at the impound,
but still, it applies.

Damn it, cut me some slack here,
we've stammered through this before.
It wasn't ME who stabbed you in the back.
Why do you seem confused?
I didn't USE you,
not to bring it up again.

That wasn't the plan.
Man, alright, so last night...

HEY!

Where are you going?
I know you don't owe me anything,
but at least let me say...

FUCK YOU, TOO.