why, oh, you
slish-slash through my chest
past the ribs, where my heart should rest
you may not understand
but the knife in your hand
indicates this is no jest.
jealously embeds its disease
into my bones and heart where it feeds
i can't let her know
that these feelings persist to grow
like a vast expanse of weeds
i shan't loathe you for your ways
you know not what you're doing to me
you can't comprehend
for you know not who i am
not even a footnote in your story.
but i know you. more than you suppose.
i've known and hated you since this time last month.
im disgusted with these words
because it's me i should resent
though, these feelings cannot subside.
your so-called immaculate thoughts
scampering around in your so-called mind.
mind your melodramatic ways.
the way you watch a worm writhe
you watch me with your wicked eyes.
eyes that i cannot accept
no exceptions. this is no accident.
you're an accessory to infirmity
informing your "people" of your inhuman knack
your knowledge of falsification.
don't falter on your way to your victory.
being vain, you feel vliant and sure.
be sure to send me a card and a
care-package bursting at the seams with satisfaction
sealed with scrapings of my heart
and a hallmark greeting to graze
your greedy spirit. sent as a souvenir
meant to sit, sparkling, at the foot of my bed
basking in the moonlight as memories
come to mind of my beloved.