Oh, imagine the effort of being so remarkably small,
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While promising the moon, the stars, and your all.
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The mask was a masterpiece, truly a work of high art,
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Until your "Gift from God" actually asked for a heart.
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"I’m trying!" he wails, as he sprints for the door,
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To "find himself"... as if I’d want any more.
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A monster on birthdays, a psychotic beast,
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But hey, he’s not abusive... he says so, at least.
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He’s allergic to history, calls the past a foul sin,
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Unless it’s your past he can use to move in.
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It’s wrong when you mention the things that he’s done,
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But it’s context when he wants to spoil the fun.
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He sneers at your brain and he mocks every line,
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"You’re too smart for your own good," as if it’s a crime.
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He hates that you’re writing, he calls it a flaw,
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Because mirrors made of ink are the ones people saw.
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He’s terrified you’re cheating (when you don't leave at all),
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Which is funny, given how much he’s projecting on the wall.
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He hates that you see him, he hates that you’re right,
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So he insults your mind to put out your light.
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I’d try to imagine being that much of a tool,
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But I don’t have the ego... or the time... to be that big of a fool.
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You loathe every sentence? You hate keeping score?
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Fuck you, here’s all the words that you hate me for.
About the Creator
Sara Wilson
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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Thank you for sharing! I like your poem way better than mine this morning! I relate! Not with this husband, but another! I'm on number 3 husband.😉❤️
Relentless and that seems deserved! A righteous verbal take down, nicely done :) This reads as so authentic I know it must come from very real complaints. Sorry you’re encountering this sort of toxicity but I admire you for channeling it into art. It actually felt cathartic for me to read, though my situation was certainly different.
Lol, I laughed at the part where you said as if you want more of him when he wanted to find himself. Your poem packed a hugeeeee punch to him!
Lovely poem.♥️♥️✨️🙏
I love the energy here and I love that ending!