My head was pounding and crippling
one late summer day in an Indiana haze.
But you stared at me in the concierge
as if I were nothing short of crazed.
Two days of my staring, squirming, and pain
that brought you nothing short of joy.
A joy that you’ve drained from me in little time,
in which I learned I was just your little toy.
Nine years of giving, nine years of kisses,
nine years of hugs that brightened the days.
Nine years of my beauty, grace and of all my soul
that you’ve just casually, carelessly tossed away.
Each day you live your life like some film
that no one in their right minds truly wishes to see.
A film with endless supply and streams of bullshit,
of course, starring no one else but you and me.
I hope you’re real damn proud of yourself,
that in just two short days, nine years were purely wasted.
And before I go, I should leave you with this:
You’re just the worst human I’ve ever tasted.
– Christine Byczkiewicz
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