You left me tidelocked
unable to see the stars
just a gaping wound.

It would be a void
This chasm in my chest
But it is not empty, no, it bleeds bile.

You flaunt her, laughing
You think I cannot tell youre laughing at me
You think it would hurt me if you did?

Your prettiness sickens me
Your sticky embrace and your
Sickly fascination with your mother. (Does your Love know?)

You think your parades
Of love and beauty and whatever-else-to-rub-my-face-in
Will cut me. You are wrong.

I
Am
Not
Bothered
At
All.

Flakk you. And your awful parents. And your awful girlfriend.

Marloff.