That smug look on his face
Makes me sick.
I see right through that clip-on tie.
Tell them I made it all up,
I’m dragging myself through this for sport.
Tell them I broke in,
That I’ve got people harassing you.
Go ahead.
Tell your family I’m out to get you.
Let anyone who will listen know
How absolutely full of shit I am.
What’s stopping you?
You certainly have no conscience
Or moral compass
To treat me like you did.
You definitely have no concept of love
Or loyalty
Or respect
Or honor.
You can’t see the truth
Around your horse blinds.
If your narcissism wasn’t so disgusting
It might be admirable
That there’s at least something you can stand by.
But you’re not setting the bar too high.
There’s nothing preventing you
From slandering me,
No concept of decency you subscribe to.
I would know.
So don’t stop yourself.
It’s like an art form,
You have it down to a science.
It’s like watching Michelangelo paint
The Sistine Chapel,
Watching you build the structure
That houses all your lies.
It’s seeing a contortion artist
Bend in half.
Beautiful,
You in your natural environment.
Breathtaking.
For the record,
I could have ruined you.
I chose mercy and compassion,
Although you don’t deserve it.
With every word you say,
Every lie you tell,
You dig yourself a deeper grave.
You highlight the differences
Between you and I
With your very existence.
It’s pitiful and sad,
And now when I look at you,
I feel only contempt.
I have no regret,
Because you’ve made me stronger.
The fog has lifted and now your terrible words
Humor me.
Uplift me.
Shoot me that dirty look, baby.
Get angry.
You’ll never ever see me again.
