Dizzy

I'll do this,
but you'll want that -
be your dog -
you'd prefer a cat.
We'll make love
and you'll hate me later:
I'll be sad,
while you shred me, like paper.
I'll turn left,
and you'll be right,
I'll wake up
in the lonely night.
I'll say yes
to whatever you want
and still one day,
I'll find you gone.