To Every Girl I’ve Ever Made Hate Me

by matthewmousekewitz

To Every Girl I’ve Ever Made Hate Me,
I’m sorry I couldn’t be a better friend.
Truth is I’m confused between
Expectancy and settling.
If I’m meant to be with anyone is uncertain and I can’t keep close most friends.
I’ve broken an image I can’t quite describe yet
But it’s getting clearer as I continue to crack it.
Is it an axe?! Stifled behind glaring glass
For emergency murder?
I digress just a little too soon
And am prepared to lose my place
To prove To you,
I’m curdled by your wretched desk
until you’re fucking gone again.
And I will do my very best to make it
Last so long it hurts.
I’d be the fool
And only smile to
Have your eyes on mine.