the treacherous "goddamn"

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you're just another
goddamn poem
you're another tragedy
i must talk about

i must write about

i must talk about
the way
you loved
your poison

i must talk about
how your fists
we're hammers
and your knives were words

the ocean

you forced yourself
to drown in

i must talk about
the shards
you threw at me
that had broke
your heart

yes
you're just another
goddamn poem

but i must write
about the psycho lovers
that painted red
on our floors

the guilty nights
that i heard you mourn
that i heard you
scream

your beliefs
on someone
who wasn't even
listening

yes
this poem
has the treacherous word goddamn

because
screw YOUR version
of god

screw your candles
screw your war room

screw your stupid
christian music

that you blast loudly
as you pull a Noah's ark
in your bedroom

your
scratched up voice
your high pitch noise

the tragedies
you had years ago

screw the fear
i feel i will always
have of you

screw you
for ALWAYS finding ways
to make me angry

and screw me,
for looking for

too many ways

to say i am
without hurting you.


written: october 13th 2019

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