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Don’t Compare Me To Your F****** Ex, Please
Was I dirty?
soiled by the memory of past lovers
who left you black and blue?
Was I so deadly, love?
were all my endeavors,
my words and my actions
nothing at all?
I’m so used to being used
somethings becoming nothings
memories mean nothing
and neither does the truth
Was I oppressive?
did I smother your light
as she did to you?
I’m not sorry
for being so defensive..
When you measured me
to the way her artist’s fingers
strummed the music of her brush
into spirals of doubt
lacing watercolor with poison
and washing her tools
in your blood and tears
in the fears she outlined
somewhere in your pained soul
somewhere in the way
she burned her canvas
and took everything but you
No, I’m not sorry
nor will I apologize for her
instead I will apologize once more
For not doing enough
Not my body nor my mind
and never my heart
or every bit of truth
I poured into my hands
when I held your face
and said,
“You’re enough”
Was enough
I couldn’t fix what was broken
but with some rudimentary talent
scrapped together through
the basic knowledge of art
I had painted you a path
through the nightmare
the fingers of her wicked soul twisted
into the garden of earthly delights
If only..
You didn’t feel the need
to compare me,
place me and weigh me
next to your fucking ex wife
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