Whiner

The things you hated about yourself that you saw in me

Will haunt me like a chain ridden ghost

Chain link fence

Puppy paw nose

Big fat lip

Big ugly liar

Mirrors in my eyes make you curse the tears that roll down my ripened cheeks

Peaches in Georgia

Fuzzy pink roses

Static in my brain buzzing and mumbling

Numbers in my account

Break a sweat

Numbers in my account

Don’t make sense to me

Working working hard

Hardly working haha.

So sad and not free.

And you didn’t call so I’ll curl up and remember how you fingered my absent work pants

And part your rosy lips

To ask “where’s my hammer?”

Smirk, lapped up on your tongue and in my mouth.

Hair dye stinks now.

Hair dye will no longer smell like you in no time.

No time at all.

Broad shoulders and orange light basking in the car, resting your head while you drive.

I hate you for what you did.