I Hope These Poems Will Make You Cry

I Don't Want an Explanation

I don't want an explanation,
Your expression is enough,
In the pictures where her arm's around your neck,
A smile frozen on a mouth I'm well acquainted with.

Darling I know all about your little parties and parades,
Where she's wearing half a shirt to compensate for personality.

You told me weeks ago your little babe wasn't worth it.
Pulling in every girl you saw who grinned when you whispered "lesbian".
The one you brought to that half-price-good-for-nothing-junkyard-sale?
I liked her better.

But the one pretty penny pops up again,
Arms tangled in yours,
Skin so pretty you can smell her cheap perfume through the photographs.

I'm insurance to you,
Backup when the party slows down and the music starts to fade,
When your reputation's dripping with someone else's blood.

You'll be back.
You're always back.
Get off my back!

Hide behind your black and white filters,
Your eccentric relatives and rainbow flags.
Say we were wrong.

I don't give a damn.

Author's Note: This is an angry poem. It was written at 5am.