i knew better than
to trust you and
yet i found myself
believing every
poisonous
and every bold-faced
lie you told me
the words dripped from your lips
and to me they were a
sweet nectar
but with a bad aftertaste.
i knew i was better than you
and yet i played a martyr
i wanted to save someone
and in trying to save you
i lost me.
cliche’ i know...
but then,
so are you.
now i wish that i would
have just left you alone
left you to your drink of
rum and coke
and the sour look on your face
should have been the first sign
that you were bad news
you say that you hold everyone
(including yourself)
to high expectations...
but you will allow no one
(but of course you)
to meet them
you are the worst of the worst
one can spot the rot of you a
mile off
but the horrible wreckage
is too comanding of a scene
to look away
you repulsed me and yet
i couldn’t tear myself away
eventually you will find
you have rotted from the
inside out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem