The worst kind of man, is a man with a deflated ego
Now it is easy to **** the rich, thick, pompous air from their egos
Because it's all too fragile
These egos were made fragile because they stood on bones of so many others they didn't need to be strong
Everyone else holding them up allowing them to caress the clouds while
We crumble from the weight of their world
You see I don't hate men I simply despise their brains
Those matter filled masses inhabiting their skulls
Taking up space but not filling the space with something worthwhile
The worst kind of man, is a man who has learned the word "sorry"
Sorry meet sarcasm, sticky fingers, and silence
Stripping the comfort from the word and giving it a smirk
Smacking me in the face with a word I was taught to use when I was wrong
When I wanted to give comfort to a friend
When I wanted to cry away the pain and leave a hole to fill with a smile
But you gave me a smirk and an empty word
The worst kind of man, is a man who has those kind of eyes
The ones that tell you what you want to hear while his mouth breaths fire down your neck
And burns your flesh until you scream
Until your skin bubbles over creating a mold around yourself
Made of yourself but tainted with his sting
The kind of eyes that don't seem like eyes they seem like caves
So empty, and what are you do to, fill them of course
And that's why you ignore the burning
Ignore the mold, ignore the smell of you sizzling away as smoke
Filling his lungs as he breaths you in only to release you as waste, unwanted air
You thought he needed you to survive but his lungs are doing just fine
While you, trapped, left to wash away the layers of you two as one
He's gone but you still feel the burn of the worst kind of man