
I want you to know
I stole your man
and I didn’t do it
out of some quest for the truth
or because I’m a good person
who saw that he was tormented
and yearning to be freed-
that he’d be better off with me.
I did it because I’m sick
and I crave love
and when I see something that
isn’t mine
I take it
and I wrestle with it
until I’ve sucked the life out of it
and all that is left
is a carcass with sunken eyes
floating down river.
So I want you to know,
that even though
you are lost without him
and every day is insufferable to you,
that at least I got
what I wanted
and I hope you
live out the rest of your miserable days
yearning
and pining
and eating yourself fat
until you pop,
like a bloated
disgusting balloon.
About the Creator
Bride of Sound
Writer, visual artist & singer from the Midwest. I like to watch horror movies & hallmark, & play pool. Favorite books- The Martian Chronicles & Watership Down. Favorite poet- Sylvia Plath.



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