spent all last night cursing his name and
finally yours, when i'd gotten over pounding that
dent in my pillow, it's because
you're blind as a ******* bat and can't you see past that
nose of yours
i question you?
that night you languished in the dim light
of the all-night pizza shop, bragged about
all the cheerleaders you'd like to bang if
they'd actually date you
and i cried laughed watched your eyes
on the cracked red bench of the booth
we sat.

of course, it's because
you turned a clouded eye to me and when
he slammed words on his computer just for me,
i'm a *****, laughable he said, you never
looked and you never saw to stand from your
drunk rat stoop to say
a word for me

spent all last night grinding your
name into my pillow, you didn't know and
never will.