Forgiving
I should have seen death coming
You strutted up to me
In your too tight tar black pants
Too cool to know esoteric T-shirt
And said, “You’re beautiful,”
How I needed to hear that word
So instead I saw a misunderstood Christian kid
With an acutely sharpened wit
And a way of welding words into beautiful bronze sentences
That would have made Hephaestus jealous
Angry
Is the understatement of the century
Your name fills my stomach with three week old clam chowder
Makes my fists curl and itch with restrained power
To inflict throbbing pain
In the middle of your face
You boil my blood hot enough to cook pasta aldente
Screw the 7 wonders of the world
The pyramids might as well be cardboard
The roman coliseum fake
Compared your broken body
Unrecognizably battered face
In a well-lit display case
I HATE YOU
I hate the way you lured me into feeling safe
Coaxed my half healed heart
With pretty words, promised perfection
But the worst part?
When your scaled skin grazed mine
You infected me with the monster disease
Turned me into the twisted type of creature
Who turns on a friend
When you kissed me
Your phone was tucked inside your pocket
About to burst with sweet nothing messages to her
I lied for you
Under the illusion I could shield anyone from getting hurt
Yes, that included you
But I can swear on my own furtively shed tears
I haven’t missed you once
Because you were too hard on me
You were always too hard on me
Told me I often spoke without thinking
Told me I used words when I didn’t fully understand their meaning
You’re sooooo smart since your school schedule is riddled with the letters “A” and “P”
But were you thinking when you said “I love you” to two girls simultaneously?
Or did you just not fully understand those three word’s meaning
You’re sooooo screwed up; even my affinity with the abuse afflicted won’t grant you forgiveness
Not at least until I forgive myself
So settle in since self-forgiveness isn’t my specialty
Plus there’s a laundry list
Of dumb things I’ve done that take precedence