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Julia's Ex-Lover

I should feel like the world is at my fingertips Like I can hold it in my hand like the ball of a lollipop Absorb sweetness with a split tongue, since I try to taste both Hell and Heaven I try to make the pain delicious And then men come running to my table They want a piece of this; Brokenness in the form of a likeable woman They see cracks in my skin and know they can get one I preserve pain and hurt like a Goddess, Together we have a last supper with my bad experiences And they decide which part they’ll steal for dessert They desert me and together they forget me And I remind them I can die so easily But the men keep to their word once they leave Why do people think they have all the time in the world Or that their friends can’t die in seconds Why do men make me their puppet Why do people think they hurt no one Or do nothing, When they always leave someone Always leave someone or be left Drag or be dragged to death Be or make a complete mess I am messed up inside, I swear Even Beelzebub could not wear and tear Could not crack through the ground like I do A heart of cement sits in my chest Because stone cold me is best And that is the only way to pardon with the Devil He dances and bartends mixing serotonin levels Making drinks, watch them poor out I drink until my teeth fall out Until my gums are numb and I can’t make a sound And I think it’s funny, a smile without any teeth The list of long days and weeks ahead of me The long list of names that read like the blues The times I fold at the sight of his shoes Heavy black boots too big for my feet A new dress made from a white bed sheet I preserve pain and hurt like a beast, I let it grow inside me like trees The roots sprout tangled like cobwebs Make themselves at home like he did Like the dust bunnies under my bed Like the dirt that fills holes in my lungs My melodic way of coughing up blood He runs his hand along my back to help me breathe But that only makes it harder for me And I’ve been broken in half since, Because he is both Hell and Heaven And God knows we both can’t have it all Or maybe he knows I can’t handle it all So I am given nothing at the most He deserts me and a few days later he forgets me And I remind him I can die so easily But he keeps to his word once he leaves Why does he think he has all of the time in the world Or that his friends can’t die in seconds Why does he make me his puppet Why does he think he hurts no one Or does nothing, When he is always leaving Always leave someone or be left Drag or be dragged to death Be or make a complete mess I am messed up inside, I swear Since he loves to shoot me down and leave me there And crack a smile when no one else will dare He has driven me into the pavement And made me a fossil for his new collection The few, independent women Who he has turned upside down inside themselves And makes me feel the worst things I have felt And uses poetry to give himself a rest The words read like song lyrics He dances and toasts to new curly-haired girlfriends His signature drink is a hopeless romantic A heart of cement sits in my chest Because stone cold me is best And that is the only way to pardon with the Devil
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Mar 6, 2019
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