(Not) Kind
It’s exemplary,
How you feign the good guy.
Tell me,
Does it eat you up inside?
Sounds exhausting,
Keeping up with the lies.
You can’t look in the mirror,
You’d rather die.
You know you’re a monster,
So you won’t try.
But sweetie,
The truth is hard to deny.
You pretend there is snow,
When it’s just mid-July.
But no matter the weather,
It’s still the same sky.
It’s cute,
How you are so misaligned,
So desperate to cower,
And hide from the light.
To you,
It is certain demise.
To me,
It is just a sunrise.
Metaphors aside,
Disgusted am I.
When I think of you,
I’m unseasonably dry.
But you live in delusion,
It’s how you get by,
But everyone knows,
You’re a pig in a sty.
Sigh.
Allow me to be concise.
You’re an abuser,
It doesn’t matter why.
That horse,
That you’ve got,
Is far too fucking high.
You don’t get to be victimized.
I think it’s time you realized,
You’re a scourge in need of pesticide,
And not to be romanticized.
I don’t have to forgive you.
I’d rather gouge out my eyes.
I can still move on.
I don’t have to compromise.
“I’m misunderstood”
“I apologized”
“She didn’t say no”
“She just lies”
“I promise,
He’s a stand-up guy”
“It only happened,
That one time”
None of that shit fucking applies.
I refuse to fucking sympathize,
With sexist,
Violent,
Abusive guys.
Women aren’t yours to sexualize.
Set your fucking ego aside.
I hope your face,
And a fist collide.
That would bring me,
Joy inside.
Want my advice?
Get sterilized.
The thought of you procreating,
Genuinely,
Has me horrified.
You should be the end,
Of your bloodline.
Whatever is in you,
Should not survive.
If it were up to me,
You’d be euthanized.
Just do it yourself!
That would be wise.
I may be a bitch,
But I’m still concise.
My words are sharp,
But so is my mind.
You should know by now,
I don’t go down,
Without a fight.
Remember that it is,
A mercy,
Not to name you outright.
So,
I do delight,
In having your crimes,
Fossilized.
So be a good boy,
Sit down,
That’s right.
The next time you wrong me,
I won’t be so kind :)