WARNING: Contains bad language.
She pulled loose strings
and unraveled my wings,
causing effects
that damaged things.
She sprinkled salt
where she saw wounds,
turned faithful friends
into sneering goons.
I was gracious.
I bowed out
when I saw
she was having doubts.
But, what hurt the most
was the fear I’d see,
painted on a face
I’d just set free.
It was deep in her eyes
where her spark used to burn;
In a cold deep pit
filled with fearful concern.
She begged me not to hurt her.
I saw the irony in this.
While cracking open my chest,
she was begging me not to resist.
She didn’t have to beg.
She didn’t have to ask.
I was no phantom of an opera,
hiding my face behind a mask.
I was the man she used to love,
the father of her kid,
and I was the man who’d held her gently
and placed kisses upon her skin.
I was an admirer of her fashion,
a recipient of her passion,
and her slightest whim in life
was rewarded with love and reaction.
But now, she’s left
and I’m in Limbo,
creating dark art
to heal my ego.
She still tosses salt
into my open wounds,
but it’s done with less joy
and will probably end soon.
I suppose I should try
to hate her a little less
and move on with my life
and try not to obsess.
But, her boredom only means
she’s suddenly growing less amused.
It doesn’t negate the simple fact
I’m unjustly being abused.
She portrays me as a beast,
betrays me when she cheats.
I was wronged by a lover,
and it isn’t right that I retreat.
She left ME!
There’s no guilt for me to own,
and though I feel some fault,
I wish she’d just leave me the hell alone.
Stop asking me for assistance
when you’re living with another.
I don’t care that I’m dependable.
I’m not your stupid brother.
You make me oh so weary.
You keep me thinking about giving up.
And if it weren’t because we shared a child,
I’d tell you to shut the fuck up.
But, we do–
we do share a child;
She’s a beautiful baby girl,
and she drives us both wild.
So for her sake and mine,
I will continue to be civil.
I will suffer your heinous acts
even though it makes my soul shrivel.
It’s what we do when we’re in love.
We have to simply struggle on.
And though you think you hate me now,
I’m sure you’re going to miss me when I’m gone.
So, put your poisoned cup away
and save the salt for sup.
This is me being civil–
now shut the fuck up.