Do you put your fingers in her?
Climb inside her and tear her apart
When she leaves you will she still feel you
in her stomach and her chest?
Taste your blood on her lips?
Metallic like the ring you want her to have
too small for her finger — it’s turning purple. And eventually
she’ll cut it off
More courage than I ever had.
Heard your voicemail more than my ringtone
Anger hits months later
You’re off playing happy families
I’m screaming to the mirror
I’m sleeping in my bed alone
I’m scraping what’s left of you out of me
You were a good partner and a bad man
or so I’m told
If I say it enough maybe it’ll stick
Two years of keeping you warm caked soot in my lungs
I hope it was worth it.
I hope your mother cried herself to sleep when she
found out what you did.
I hope she looks at you and sees your father
Realises she failed to make you a man.
you couldn’t bring yourself to say you were unfaithful
That the words stuck thorns in your lungs
Her hands burnt on your skin
I hope the first time you fucked her
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