You F*cking Liar

Saying whatever you have to, to get in between my thighs.

You, pitiful creature.

It doesn't have a face, your behavior.

It doesn't belong to a particular,

sex, creed, spirituality, or cultural milieu.

This is a 'you', thing.

A true thing.

Because, I was there when I asked you outright.

Is there anybody else, you'd rather, spend your nights with.

Is there anyone, other than, just me, that you've been with.

You know?

Rather spend your life, with.

Because, if so,

I would let you, go.

And you STILL looked in my fucking face!

And told me, "no."

No?

Holy, fuck, the gall on you bitch.

I've been watching your every move,

since day one.

Every thought that you've had.

Every word that you've muttered.

Every lie that you've told,

since you told your first one.

Oh hun.

I even gave you an opportunity to split...

said, "I wouldn't trip."

If you told me, the truth.

Instead of the, "I love you" bit.

So long as you were honest, with me, and didn't take advantage of my trust;

or insult my intelligence.

"I wouldn't scalp your ass, or some other bullshit."

Ugh,

You repulse me.

And no amount, of stalking, me,

writing letters, or sending me anonymous emails,

saying, "thanks" will efface the fact that I hate you.

Wouldn't care if the earth opened its mouth wide

and ate you.

You're a piece of shit.

filled with these, frivolous, fake, phrases of flowery flow.

Lexis of lies.

Remember I told you so?

In the previous poems.

And in person, back then?

I told you that you would betray, me, like Christ told Judas.

I knew from day-damn-ONE that you would fucking do this.

Oh my God!

Not even for thirty pieces of silver,

but for easy pussy and an answer, to your self-inflicted

drama, with them C.A.S folks.

But it's all, good.

I traded trash for treasures.

And ditched the dead weight.

And in my own life, took more drastic measures.

And sealed my fortune, and fate.

I rather fancy Birds,

instead of Blokes.

And a sky with no limits,

rather than cages...

and I step forward graciously.

Leaving you, behind, in my footsteps

and in the shadow of my poems,

and paintbrush strokes.

✌🏾☮

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