You’re so stupid.
Why are you so?
You sit here languid,
and lazy, you hoe.
You just don’t know,
but it’s oh so funny,
how you bumble though.
It’s sweet as honey.
Oh so lonely.
Sad little boy,
you catch on so slowly.
It’s enough to annoy,
And how I enjoy,
When I annoy you.
I enter and destroy,
or at least, I try to.
When I finally do,
there’s nothing left.
When I get a view,
inside your chest.
There’s nothing left
but a hollow shell
of ribs under breast
as far as I can tell.
Your heart is a well
that I have run dry
with my thirst I can’t quell
But I don’t even try.
We wanted to die
Or so I claimed.
You didn’t reply
to what I proclaimed.
Alas...
Wordlessly blamed,
for what I felt.
And I was ashamed,
and oh how I knelt
To the god I thought dwelt
Beneath your skin
and how I hoped we’d dealt
with the resident wraiths within.
Where should I begin?
Your tongue like winter?
And I with no inn
that would allow me to enter?
You were my center,
But how cold you were.
“How could I resent her?”
My thoughts were a blur.
How I would defer
to your precious depression,
and try to help you deter
Such needless self-aggression.
Inevitable regression
despite my aid,
and emotional oppression
left me flayed.
Your icy blade
pierced my being.
The wounds decayed
as the blood was fleeing.
But now it is freeing.
To no longer be
your blindly agreeing
devotee.