ill will

And you used to trip over my words, too touchy to realize I wasn't listening to the dribble pouring out of your useless mouth. [rotten and disgusting.  you were never really authentic]

Sometimes I would pull petals off of flowers
and pretend each one was
one of your fingers

Awfully concrete

[my allergy to you]

Sometimes you would tell me what you were supposed to. Be all heart and soul, like something out of a 90's romance movie. Guy get's the girl [and then fakes loving her so she'll stick around] You were all ready to bear malice. Disdain could have been your middle name.

"Like"
you ever cared
About the way my hips stuck out
Or the way my shampoo smelled
The way I would scratch my neck
[till the point of blood]

Maybe you did disapprove of me
You never showed it
Tried to stop my
.subtle.self.destruction.

You aided it.

The last few days you would scream how much I had changed. Distasteful bit I had become. [too much for you to swallow in one gulp] If it wasn't simple and cheap, it wasn't you. Brackish words dripping from corroded mouths.

Bent from your
desecration
"Bitch, you were never good enough for me."

Sweetie.
[you thrived on my failure.]

monster