is this what you wanted?

Did you crave this happy ending?
The way my jaw tightens
The way my teeth clench
Set on edge each time you hug him?

Did you want all my love?
The sort so easily tossed aside
To taunt and wiggle beneath
The bodies of boys I can't stand.

You're sick, you know
Sick.
The sort of sick that pools in my gut
And forces poems from parted lips.

I didn't ask for this
I didn't want these emotions
I suppose that that's what I get
For falling in love.

I should have known better.