surprised to find that
the blood staining my
teeth belongs to me,
this time
eat your heart out
and all that,
i suppose
but when i served
that heart to you,
having carved it out
of my already scarred chest
with the knife that you
had already left in my back
well, you just stuck
up your nose and said
it still wasn’t enough,
i still wasn’t enough
were the potatoes i
served as a side over cooked?
was the dessert too bitter?
did the sobs i muffled into
the crook of my arm turn
your stomach?
did the meal turn
to ash in your mouth?
i certainly hope it did
you were my love,
my muse,
my five year plan,
i wanted to fucking marry you!
naive of me, huh?
to think someone so dissatisfied
and unhappy with themselves
could ever love me back
in the way i know i deserve
all you’ve ever known
how to do is use someone up
and then spit them back out
you left me in
worse shape than i was found,
bitter and jagged,
hollowed out and wary
your name leaves a
bad taste in my mouth