You, always accursed grandiloquence,
weren't you, "love" - I have ceased my
attempts at deciphering your old smug,
your smog, your awful shit eating grin.
Not that complicated of a man, truly.
Ideals lofty as the sky! And words that
were just as complex, speaking about
history and progress and regress, and
how other people were elaborate hells
And when I visited you I cried and cried
Call me a dumb whore while we made
"love" and call it an accident, apologize
you were never good in bed- I lied since
I loved you, me, your intellectual inferior
your smile was of weak, unbrushed teeth
I thought I couldn't do any better, little
girl I was with my feeble laughs, smiling
ever so wanly. Maybe I never loved you
and just lied because I wanted a body
not my body, just any body anybody
Fuck you, asshole.