shitshow

A Poem by butterfly

All this month of July
I laid in your arms in a bed made with the big 100 thread count lie
fell under the spell of charms
he called to me
sought me out
we laid on that final morning
just on the cusp of an evening where he couldnt be without me
suddenly in a blast of a whirlwind
she comes in
tells him as we wake from sleeping
so "you cheat on me!"
"restraining order is on"
all he could reply
"you cheated on me first"
with a voice filled with rage of hurt
she takes down the photos
she made for them both
and storms out
he lies back down to sleep
Pulls me back in his arms
i sit back up I throw them away
i ask, "wtf is that?"
his reply " what can i say?"
As he continues to touch me in that fucked up sexual way
She storms back in yells " drinking, layed off again and with two years of her paying his rent"
im in the middle of a shitshow friends
She says " i never want to talk to you again"
he says as i sit beside him in his bed " we can talk, dont walk"
she closes the door and sits in her car
i know because i saw her as i ran to my uber ride
i was fully clothed
Yet the bite marks are now the scratches on this cracked heart
He said he loved me
i said i loved him too
he wanted me to carry his baby
oh tell me why boys and dolls are crazy
why do we get treated so dumb
you threw me away like old breadcrumb
why was being in my pants so much fun
he told her i was paying him for sex
if you saw him you would have to laugh
wonder why i would pay for a man so bad
has the audacity to curse God
when he throws away an angel for him to feel love
even God has to try gives one last time
For an attempt for the chance of divine
Yet He always known
This boy is one big shitshow