Think Things Through

He claimed he was in love.

He claimed she was the one.

He ate into her head.

He said he was sorry.

He said he'll be a better man.

Just to bite into her skin.

Dishonesty.

Cruelty.

So many vices, but these the worst.

I broke down.

I cried.

I poured my heart out to a stranger who I thought was my friend.

But I was merely a trophy. Again.

I may be strong but I hurt too.

My ego does not permit me to be with someone who openly eyes others when with me.

And talk about others with lust filled in his heart.

I may not say anything.

But I observe quite well.

I won't be taken for a ride with your fake concern anymore.

Excess

Tell me everything, tell me all the things I don't want to hear.
Tell me.
Whisper them into my ears or scream them out loud.
I'm listening.

I have so many questions to ask.

Did you kiss her the way you kiss me?
Did she make you cry when she went down on you?
Did you fuck her like an animal like you do to me?

Did you leave marks on her body that wouldn't go away for weeks as well?
Did you grab her, turn her over and fuck her like you do with me?

Is her face plastered on mine when you make love to me?
Is she still the one you dream about having a future together with?

Tell me.
Tell me everything.
Tell me everything I'd rather not know.


Did she hold back her tears when you raised your hand on her?
Did you hit her and call it an accident as well?
Did you make it a habit of eyeing other women when you were with her or do you only do that with me?
Did you make her dream and break her heart as well like you did with mine?

How many times did you tell her that you love her?
How many hours did you spend exploring every inch of skin on her body?
How many moments did you spend worshipping her?


Am I as good as her?
Am I as good as her?
Do you think I am as good as her?
Can I ever be as good as her?



I don't want to even if I could.
I'm not going to be someone's sloppy seconds.
With the click of a finger I'll have a hundred more like you lined up, waiting to be with me.


At the end of the day I'm using you as much as you're using me.