Eyes glassy, mouth agape.
You consume, my world shakes.
You transform into a witch;
Your spells rip open every stitch
In my heart, from the last bout,
Which you've since forgotten about,
As you do--the only thing
That you can do reliably.
Your thoughts are stumped cigarette butts;
Your stupidity turns my guts,
Makes me want to chop them out,
When you open up your mouth,
And acid spews that melts my skin,
And burns my eyes again, again,
Again, and yet, you still don't care,
You cut me up and leave me there,
And when the night turns into day,
You assume that I'm okay.
