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They Call Me Kelly

The monsters call me Kelly My name rolls of their tongues They've looked me in the eye Ever since I was young They play their tiny violins That's how they suck me in Make me feel guilty For simply trying to win The monsters call me bitch When they have no other words Condemn my entire being And treat me like a curse The monsters call me meat When they are hungry for mine Devour my appetizers Get drunk off my wine The monsters call me love But they don't hide under my bed I'm too easy to find They all live in my head

Libations

I imbibed Got drunk on love And threw up All over you Became hungover And forgot Who I was Love is like alcohol At some point It becomes violent And stumbling If only the pain Would leave As quickly as The buzz

I Am No Poet

I am no poet Not a sappy introspective Rhyme induced empath Looking for the worst in life I am no poet Not some head in the oven Death romanticizing Pain junkie I am no poet I can't make you ugly If all you want to be Is as beautiful as Bukowski I am no poet You won't fall in love With me or my words Now or 100 years after I'm gone Emotions don't guide my pen I'm as stable as they come I am no poet But you would never know it

Succulent

How cruel the human condition  Of the heart That it falls in love The most painful levels Of sorrow revel In the loneliness  The unrequited  The space in between  Yes and no Love is freedom from the lonely Maybe it needs to be alone Love will always want  What you can’t give it Like my succulents I have the worst time Keeping them alive  I give them too much When they just want to be  Left alone

You Aren't My First

One time an ex boyfriend ran over My mailbox with his old Lincoln car You aren't my first asshole I can't remember how many there are This one guy took pleasure In making me feel small You aren't my first asshole I can't even count them all He held me down When I told him no You aren't my first asshole There are so many more to go One chick toyed with my engagement ring Now she sleeps on my marital bed You aren't the first asshole That I have wished for dead One gave me three kids And then gave two more to her You aren't my first asshole They all fly by in a blur No one will ever get to me The ways these others did and more So if I'm your first asshole You can thank the ones from before