With A Bite

I showed him my crazy when I got ahold of his phone.

Thumbs flying through numbers he swore he didn’t know.

Texted each woman with a heart by her name.

“Hey, you up? I wanna fuck,” sent to fan the flame.

He tried to grab it back, yelled I had gone too far.

I bit his shoulder deep and hard, hoped I’d leave a scar.

Like a cornered dog, I snarled and bared my teeth.

His messages revealed the lies his smile hid underneath.

He knew I was not brought up on fairytales and grace.

No mother’s guidance or father’s love ever set my pace.

I raised myself on silence and slammed doors,

on stories no sane person would ever ask for.

His betrayals made my temper spark,

fueled my anger, poked my darkest parts,

and he looked shocked when I stopped playing nice,

like my anger should not come with a bite.

Now I send sharp texts when my hurt gets strong.

Call over and over to rage about how he did me wrong.

Demanding an apology he will never say,

hoping guilt will seep into his dreams and stay.

For Valentine’s a box left on his front step—

full of elephant shit and zero regret.

Sharing screenshots of the things he said about friends,

hoping his easy happiness ends.

I know I am a villain; I know my origin story.

A little girl who lived shame, never glory,

watching others grow up with kindness and light

while she begged for love with tears, fists, and fights.

If my eyes look sad, if I break down tonight,

it is not about this goodbye or this current plight.

I am still trying to win battles from years ago.

Maybe survival mode is all I will ever know.

I am not making excuses, I am just explaining.

Honestly, being this evil is draining.

Maybe one day the shadow in my soul will go.

But right now… yes… my darkness continues to grow.