VENT VENT VENT VENT VENT VENT NOT POEM

in a weird position
i take he’ll never grow
hoped for something and hope is a harmful thing
something in the way he moved me —
he tells me all his problems with me
he tells me he thinks everyone else is prettier
I know in his mind he thinks I’m ugly
his white lie was that he thought I was pretty which is why he never tells me
his white lie was that he wants me to lose weight
I’d be better to him if I did
all men are the same