Guy

The last guy I trusted...was drenched in nostalgia,

and dripping with first kisses, hurried iloveyous,

and unspoken teenage yearning.

Twenty-years passed, but he was more adult at fifteen

than he’ll ever be at thirty-five.

Well, who’s counting?

Broken child, chained to the body of a manipulative man,

using promises to take my heart

and body.

Just a used receptacle for unwanted trash he’s tossed me in;

next to his mother, his muse

and his baby bearer.

Or maybe they’re all just her.

Brimming to the top with shattered girls,

who believe him- just as me,

fell- just as me

and were abandoned- just as me,

and just as quickly.

Satan in the suit of a saint,

with Metallica fingers, and the words of self-worshipping

mastication.

Falsified to perfection,

just to pierce my soul with his body,

and never care to feel

a goddamned thing.