Gifts to You From Me From You

I gave you the gift of Desire

to sit on the back porch

so that you could avoid

avoiding eye contact

and pretending not to hear

a quiet, hollow,

hello.

You gave me the habit

of flicking lighters 

with my middle finger

and lying

to my boyfriend when 

I say, I love you- 

hollow. 

You also gave me that scar,

on my knee,

the left one,

shaped like a star

reflecting the night 

of dirty, clumsy, vengeance. 

Making my body poetry,

the greatest gift, I believe.

From you, I gained a piece

of mind,

a piece of pie,

a sliver of lies. 

From me, you gained a story of ball licking

and of an a*s kicking. 

From you-

a stomach ache.

From me -

a heady claim.

For me,

a hearty laugh,

when I look back at your gift

of bad, very bad,

sex.