He tells me that I will make one hell of a poem
One hell of a story
And he says it like a threat
Like this is the first time I will consider the literary value of my being
But he is sadly mistaken
Because he will never write as many love poems about me as I have written to myself
The summer I stopped reading his letters
I wrote myself a poem for every day that I was stronger without him
I wrote the vows for the holy matrimony of my two good thighs
I wrote the preface for every novel I may someday compose
I wrote love songs to the children I will never bear.
My poetry has known every part of me in ways he never could.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
He tells me that I will make one hell of a poem
One hell of a story
And he says it like a threat
Like this is the first time I will consider the literary value of my being
But he is sadly mistaken
Because he will never write as many love poems about me as I have written to myself
The summer I stopped reading his letters
I wrote myself a poem for every day that I was stronger without him
I wrote the vows for the holy matrimony of my two good thighs
I wrote the preface for every novel I may someday compose
I wrote love songs to the children I will never bear.
My poetry has known every part of me in ways he never could.
My stupid ex boyfriend said "You're going to make one hell of a poem. One hell of a story." to me once and I still haven't stopped writing angsty poems about it. Unfinished? who even knows anymore.
