For two years I’ve been ice,
You’ve been a can of worms
In the dirt,
When I belong in the ocean
But I have to compromise for your cosmos
The woman was bare, yet you couldn’t share me.
I’m not a dead woman, I blink at the signs of bullshit
This pointing the finger business ters up my sheath
For two years,
I gave up my independence
All for uncircumcions in all forms of disdain
Your character is more than flawed
You may have loved me
in the beginning with an unweighted spoon
but a man shouldn’t bend a finger at me for his mistakes
You loved me fucking cold.