To whom have I been rewarded the pleasure of abusing
reducing
a once-sacred-now-scorned soul
down to a silhouette that haunts my dwelling?
You pitiful thing, were you not warned?
The ugliest parts of me you seemed
to invest your heart the most and then there’s me, verbose
with nothing but rage that someone would fawn over such a scoundrel
choosing to look past who I am at the core
and love beyond it.
Fraud…facade
spiritually bankrupt and inwardly ugly
regardless of my meticulously-crafted presentation.
Everything in that damn closet is a cover and I’m afraid you know it
The Catholic boy deep down the devil, a white-washed wall
soon to have the dirt exposed
ten-fold
You tortured me—whatever that means—and so now I must watch you suffer
Your heart was swollen with elation when I brought him home only to stomp on it and keep him from you
Consider it my mea culpa, I’m a nice guy, aren’t I?
Little do you know, your future was already shown to me.
Physical deterioration to a shameful degree
alone with your thoughts
spitting in your palm on a nightly basis
and hating that you’re still calling out my name
Hearing your own words on loop, on loop, on never-ending loop
and regretting every fucking utterance that ever escaped your mouth.