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Happy to Disappoint
I said it out loud,
“no”
my word reaching
for your ears, but
landing somewhere
near the alligator logo
on your shirt instead;
you brushed it off, just
like you did the toast crumbs
at breakfast in the restaurant
you knew I hated
you slapped my face
in front of the waitress, grabbing
my arm, pulling my body along
like a misbehaving child
making a break
for the busy street;
I wanted to return the favor,
ruining the satisfied
smirk on your face that
said you were pretty sure
I wasn’t really going anywhere
because everybody knows
good girls do as they’re told
except, I’ve never been
anyone’s good girl
and nobody tells me what to do;
I was born rebellious and
it’s saved my ass from
men like you
men like my father
at least once or twice;
I was just seventeen
when I was promised
to your collection;
a simple transference
of property, one man
to another
all I was given to count on,
my compensation
was life as a prized possession,
the trophy you earned
for being smart enough
to look the part
and pretending to love
a selfish man’s daughter;
you had a good job
and a big boat,
after all ~
how could I be so
ungrateful?
all’s fair in love and war
except there’s nothing
really fair about either;
you hid your darkness well,
I’ll give you that ~
although it bears repeating:
all the monsters I’ve ever known
had angel’s faces,
and yours was
the sweetest I’ve seen;
at least until my fist
connected with your mouth
and broke your perfect teeth,
that is
“no”
my word reaching
for your ears, but
landing somewhere
near the alligator logo
on your shirt instead;
you brushed it off, just
like you did the toast crumbs
at breakfast in the restaurant
you knew I hated
you slapped my face
in front of the waitress, grabbing
my arm, pulling my body along
like a misbehaving child
making a break
for the busy street;
I wanted to return the favor,
ruining the satisfied
smirk on your face that
said you were pretty sure
I wasn’t really going anywhere
because everybody knows
good girls do as they’re told
except, I’ve never been
anyone’s good girl
and nobody tells me what to do;
I was born rebellious and
it’s saved my ass from
men like you
men like my father
at least once or twice;
I was just seventeen
when I was promised
to your collection;
a simple transference
of property, one man
to another
all I was given to count on,
my compensation
was life as a prized possession,
the trophy you earned
for being smart enough
to look the part
and pretending to love
a selfish man’s daughter;
you had a good job
and a big boat,
after all ~
how could I be so
ungrateful?
all’s fair in love and war
except there’s nothing
really fair about either;
you hid your darkness well,
I’ll give you that ~
although it bears repeating:
all the monsters I’ve ever known
had angel’s faces,
and yours was
the sweetest I’ve seen;
at least until my fist
connected with your mouth
and broke your perfect teeth,
that is
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