shoes on powerlines

you

    you constantly complain about the carmex you taste whenever you suck the life out of me. you complain about my father's past religion even though you claim you respect my family and me just the same. you speak as though you've been through eating disorders just the same but when food doesn't cross my mouth, you are too quiet to mumble a careful sentence about how perfect i am. my blessed bottom is all you seem to care of when I walk and when I look at you the only beauty you see is between my legs. I never opened my femininity to you because men are superior in your mind and I am just a toy you never broke as a child. you speak on trauma as if you've been through an attempt and when I speak of my attempts you pretend like I'm speaking in a foreign tongue and you call that sexy. when pills and nicotine wrap me into oblivion you only care about the Canadian sport the arena is hosting. your pleasure is nothing but pure love making. I don't believe when you say you love me because the only love you endure is when you are able to grabble my waist in your ruin written hands.
      your norwegian smile is your only asset and your eyes are the only depth of norse mythology I have ever read. you swore you changed your ways but when we speak, the flashbacks I get are of those school flavored mexican cuisine you take pride in. and I speak to you the way you want me to but words come in one ear and exit the other and you only want me to shut up so you can discover the inside of my mouth that hasn't tasted food in three hours. you're the calorie I chose to chew on and the only thing I swallow from you is the negativity you bring upon this world and when I finally call you out you run to a woman you haven't spoken to in two months and ask her for the virginity I never gave you. you so soldierly give a shit when I can give into your desires but the trauma I faced with boys doesn't cross you one bit. when I make a grand play in one of my sports you pretend to listen because if you do, I will give in.
      but I will not give in. I want to tear that nose ring right out of your german nose and feed it to you so you can finally discover what true pain is. I want to pin you down and punch you repeatedly so you know what an eating disorder is and I want to open up your brain and feed you countless information so you finally understand what fucking depression is. you claim to be psychotic but that stems from the first season of American horror story I forced you to watch. there is no behavior about you that is crazy, except for your manipulation and narcissism, but if I left you, I am the bad guy.