After Sunday you stink of hypocrisy
Please don't waste your breath preaching to me
To me it's one big joke
as you line up for the punch line
Wearing your see through clothes
and flaunting your plastered eyes
Keep funding your guilt
as I kick back and criticize
Pockets full of change
I wound not spare a dime

To your fingers, for holding what they couldn't keep.
To the eyelashes I peeled off your cheeks wishing for something better.
To your lungs, for caging a red sparrow with clipped wings.
To the fingernails that tried to scratch off the chips on my shoulders.
To your lungs, for making them forget what air tastes like.
And to you, for only giving you ash in exchange for cigarettes.

Nostalgia is a ***** *******
It tricks you.
The past was never as great as it now seems
The boy who broke your heart was not perfect.
He was self absorbed
And always tasted like his other girl.
The night you shared was not magical.
The grass was wet
and the air was humid.
The same brand of *****
Did not taste better last time
It still stung the same and made you gag.
The sun was no brighter
The grass just as green
Nostalgia has tricked you

A descending on parole
From the prison of misery
To the tragedy of creativity

Your words,
like silken tendrils,
crept along my skin,
Passing shivers flared,
Brushed off
with an uneasy smile,
Now these diaphanous strands  
threaten to mummify,
Encase me in a cocoon
of slights,
sarcasm,
and casual cruelty,
Liquifying my insides
to better feed you,
Bloat your predatory emptiness
with my life-force,
Your clacking mouthparts sharpen,
As does my resolve,
My innards are not for your
slurping,
Skitter back to your shadowy lair,
This corpse will not play,
I rise, awakened,
The sun waits for me.

She's beautiful
I look on with such envy
Remembering the days you held me
Full of self pity
Feeling empty
Wondering why I need a man to feel worthy
I spilt the milk and cried myself silly
Leaving the mess to remind me of my folly
Note to self : I'm sorry
As I wipe my own tears missing my stability
He never even loved me