Fat Bottom Girl Said What

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Archive for the month “June, 2016”

You’re Not Worthy

You’re amazing and intelligent and have a wonderful sense of humor and you’re beautiful

but I only want to. . .

fuck you behind my wife’s back

sext with you and get you to send me dirty pictures to get off to

lie to you about everything that counts

continually crush your hopes and dreams until you have none left

control you with my words and fists to break your spirit

tell you I love you but never show you

say I’m dedicated to you, but fuck other women every chance I get

disrespect you




I let the air caress my skin because no man wants to

and because lonely is a tick which has embedded itself in me

and injected me with its poison

and my soul is sick with the loneliness fever

and it’s only a matter of time until my body succumbs to the disease






The words will never come

when you want them,

and rarely show up when you need them.

The words were you.

You were never there.

While at the same time,

words were all you were.

Such a way with words you had.

It’s always the words that draw me in,

and do me in.

And it’s always the words that fail me.

And in sweet irony, it’s the words that save me.

Every damn time.

Memory Trace

I’m certain that neither one of us

know the other

and what I did know of you

I have most likely forgotten

I can’t recall the way you kissed

or what your hands felt like upon my skin

or whether I asked you to dance

or you asked me

it was so long ago

25 years give or take

and now we are both

nearly totally different people

after scars have formed on our hearts

so what are we to do

do we go our separate ways

once again

or do we try to recall

what brought us together in the first place




Coming Up Empty

she sought love wherever she could find it

in the back seats of cars

or dorm rooms

or on picnic tables at the lake

it really didn’t matter

she had no shame

when it came to seeking love


the shame came after

but the love never did





The Hex that is You



you’re all just smoke and mirrors

and I choke in your presence

fearing you’re

a mere reflection of the worst parts of me

and that


I’ve conjured you into being

like some sort of voodoo priestess

I have drawn you to me

by being broken and bent

and you

seeing all the worst in me

know what I will do for love

or that thing

you disguise as love

dress it up

teach it to speak more better

(the rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain)

take it out on parade


it never fails to be what it is

a sick, twisted display of your narcissism


Split Lips

the salt from my tears stings the cut on my lip

I push my tongue against it to feel the sting again

drag my teeth across it

taste the coppery tang from the blood

my mouth waters and I turn my head and spit

I wonder what brought me to this point in my life

it’s not the first time

but it’s definitely the last time

you’ll lay your hands on me motherfucker

so I commit it to memory








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