angst cycle (iii)

you know
as soon as this fucking crap
is out the way
i can start
writing at a reasonable pace again
so i get time
to edit
to reform
into interesting structures
rather than this
always too much overflowing

i actually still
do not understand
why the fuck
i got loaded
with that fucking poison

it’s fucked my poetry

and i was so intensely
an invitation was made
a promise was mode
and when her situation
finally allowed my response
she didn’t even
give me a fucking chance
talk about betrayal
ok ok
she’s got almighty form

it’s that that really hurts
that i invested so much
to give her time
to get herself ready
and she used that time
she used it
and she fucked stabbed me
the cunt

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