To the one who opened my heart
With polished words,
Then ripped it in two,
Walking away as I bled.
To the one who parted my legs
With irresistible kisses,
Stole my innocence,
Then fucked another.
To the one who returned
With excuses on his lips,
Thinking I’d forgive him,
But weak, I was not.
When you’re six feet under
With dirt on your face,
Then I’ll pay my respects,
Forgive and forget.
I’ll be the one starting over
With the lovely white dress,
Slowly raised,
As I settle on your mound.
I’ll be the one getting plied
With a generous cock,
Getting my ass,
Burrowed into your topsoil.
I’ll be the one writhing
With pleasure once more,
Cum seeping into the ground,
Staining your bones.
You’ll be the one
With no flowers,
But cawing black ravens,
Matching your dark heart.
You’ll be the one crying
With my mouth screaming his name,
Blood oozing from your ears,
As he fucks me on your grave.
