for m

i hate the word considerate.
and sensitive.
you used them so often
around me.
remember when you said
that you were scared
if you dropped me
i would break?
but oh,
i like how you kissed me slowly.
and the crooked smile you had as a baby.

you delicately took my virginity.

but tell me
one thing you know about me.
say you revere me.
and i'll come back to you, every bit
every particle of me.
say you're so jealous and possessive
you hate the thought of men looking at me.
you barely cared
when i gave my body to someone else.
how is
'poor baby'
comparable to
i'm going to kill the one who took you from me?

i'm leaving you.
please tell me.