nothing (4/5/16)

sometimes they want to hurt you

when the soft touches don’t leave a warm smile on your face

and you just want to

leave

such brief, fleeting words

on music, work, jobs

are nothing more than polite discourse

you’re waiting in line, and he’s there.

it’s all a disappointment really,

his lack of interest,

but to fuck you

and even the fucking is a disappointment

your body struggles to contort to his standards, as he

struggles to keep it up after five drinks

you want him to leave, but he just never does

and you never insist

in bed, you can’t sleep, his tight embrace is but a shallow comfort

his warmth just a temporary touch

so morning comes,

and you politely refuse another round

quietly pulling on the biggest shirt you own to blanket

the emptiness

he leaves

you’re relieved.

but sometimes they want to hurt you

when they see a tasteful parting of lives as

not what they wanted

their lifeless fucktoy taken away from their childish hands.

they’re no longer entertained

no longer in control

they’re nothing.

so therefore, you must be

must be nothing too.

when they hurt you,

they know how

to paw their way into your gut.

ripping out your dignity

to protect that whimpering thing

between their legs.

your soft curves are now swollen fat.

your sense of humor nothing but word of a

cunt.

your compassion is nothing.

sometimes they want to hurt you.

they want you to be nothing

like they're nothing.

they are nothing.