Come here you
you blemish,
you sore.
I know that you
are hell's one door!
When you appear
I settle score.
Missed dates spawned you...
I pour insult upon you!
I finger you like a baseball
nay, like a fetid fruit.
I squeeze you
you'd only hope tenderly.
I twist you,
pull you
smash you,
rule you.
Oh you will break,
no other has not.
I attack you,
maim you,
without thought.
For thine art mine
true enemy.
They blame me
for you
you entity,
protruding from
my supple face
that youth has purchased
at quickened pace.
From the deep,
that change is found.
Like magma,
**** will soon be found!
Careening forth,
exploding there!
I mop you up
with new
gentle care.
For the crevice left
in the wake
of your death,
will be mourned over
with bated breath.
For thou art mine
true enemy.
Now, maybe that girl
will be friends with me.