You Were A Bad Lover

Your hunger for seducing living fetishes

Was only smaller than your ego.

Cigarettes and your ordinary oh-so-unique persona —

A deadly trip to blasé land


Your appetite for cake and meat; your pushing fifty’s lies —

Your wife will never ever know

Until the day guilt sings through my voice


Trapped in ill natured dreams of desire;

You were a bad lover


Months later, I rethink sins.


My only comfort resides in two facts:

You liked cats and poetry




This cringe worthy nightmare of truth is going to stay up for a little bit more.


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