Death Itself: And Other Poems

Ode to an Asshole

You weren't that appealing at first

You had a boyish face

And a personality to match

As if you'd escaped from Neverland

But never quite lost the ideal of

'Never grow up'

You were loud and awkward

And you laughed like you

Were always waiting for

Someone to join you

All in all, unremarkable

And you grew on me like a weed

But I'd somehow mistaken you

For a wonderful flower

So I watered you

And fed you sunlight

Soon the boyish face was cute

The loud jokes and breathy laughter

Were endearing instead of annoying

And you filled all my thoughts

Waking or not

Maybe I shouldn't have told you

Then you wouldn't have had

The power to hurt me

But I told you

And you used me

You strung me along

Then deserted me

Because I wasn't important enough

Soon I killed the weed

The boyishness became unsettling

The laughter and jokes became

Eye-roll worthy once more

But a change has occurred

I can now safely say that

You're an asshole

Through and through