that’s it
that’s all
i don’t want to hear anymore of it,
it ‘s over, she’s gone
don’t bring it up again,
she fucked me over
used me up
and that’s the story.
how could i chase her,
and make love to her
when she was a statue
to be admired and rubbed against
with no feeling?
do you understand what no feeling means?
nada zip cold & hard
she’d sit next to me
and we’d be talking
about two completely different things
and that was what she was,
a thing to be remembered
standing on your lawn
with her arms outstretched & breathing
while you drooled on yourself.
she’d only find it funny
when it was cruel
and i had to feel compressed
like i was under pressure to brighten her
by holding my dick in my hand
so that she could she laugh at it.