you can't fuck me enough times
to make me forget when you almost broke my nose;
you can't turn to every other poet you know
and use our life together as a blueprint
for every fucking story you tell.

you can't tell this fat girl, and that fat girl,
that you find them beautiful and then
turn a poem about us into a story about them.

you can't email me saying you wish me the best
and then run to the keyboard and explain how i
was the one who broke your heart.

no, you can't take away august or february
or even october,
but i remember when you passed out in your own vomit
because i have the pictures, i have the proof for
the broken nose you almost gave me
and the neck you almost choked to death

and i only mention these things because no one else ever will

but i didn't need you then
and i don't want you now.

10/05/2011

Posted on 10/06/2011
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