maybe most women like me can speak these words
maybe not
when I purge tongue hanging from the side of my mouth
these poems that tread down like ******* tears
things that may be much to absurd
maybe I shouldn't share memories so blistered
your male heart and how you say I made it wither
kneaded down to a white dust that I blow like
dust off of my bookshelf
a man who holds something severe and endless in his veins
a emotion drenched in a hatred towards me
and who was I in that time when I handed you the young woman
within me
you are the ****** of love, you see
and yes I rip the words out just like that
I want you to feel this poem bleed
close your eyes and know that I am not at all worried
because knowing I destroyed you mentally for what you did
is far beyond a glorifying and blossoming seed growing within me
your minds a torture chamber, and we have announced all the rest
just go on with your life not accepting your flaws
and always looking your best