peel an onion in front of me and i will rip your scrotum

like you ripped my heart the day you said

i am not as beautiful as she is.

i am

me – your bitch –

lounging between your idiotic remarks, your flare for vanity,
your righteousness and your religious beliefs –
so silently worshipping you
(loving your stupidity and silly head)
at your best like you always say, much more at your worst
like i think.

so please tell her,
for me,
that the onion, once peeled, will enrage tears that will speak

regretfully yours

as i am – your bitch –

who was never yours.


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