his eyes flash
and I know
uninterested
minds when
I see them

I wonder if all the men
who look in my direction
Have left a girl curled
in her bathtub demanding
from god a sweet merciful death
boiling their skin and passing out
to thoughts that won’t melt away.

bottle of birthday wine
shots taken hold the lime  
blacking out
to feel love
one last time
woke up in the morning
anger marring his cheeks
a hickey left on his neck
and theres girls at work he’s
been working on for weeks
covered it up said goodbye
when the door closed
popped as many pills as I could find
made sure the hope in me properly died
so there’d be nothing left of me
just empty so empty inside.

it must be nice all holed up
in a very full home
not wanting for anything
except what you’ve crushed
and ripped apart with
your own two uncontrollable hands

it must be nice to sit and play
forget the young girl you’ve led astray
having taken her innocence and will to pray
surely the devil was given a break
when you were born that wretched day

It must be nice to sleep in a bed
No worries or thoughts of what you did
On that very same mattress you lay your head
only thoughts of wanting to be dead
not even man enough to apologize instead.

It must be nice to be you.
The angry voice inside of me screams
But I know.
The suffering is shared by you too.
Forever shading our past
The deepest shade of blue.

no need for more breaths
no need to keep score
what’s done is done
I don’t want to hurt anymore