All The Thoughts I Had While Talking To You

My God, your breath, a toxic gale,
What horrors dwell inside your throat?
The stench emerges, rotting and stale,
A fitting scent for damage you wrote.

You sit and speak as if I care,
As if your voice holds any sway.
Respect is earned, and you’re aware—
Your relevance decayed away.

The tapping fingers, foldered lies,
A flimsy shield for your empty view.
You think you’re clever, sharp, and wise,
But truly, all that’s lost is you.

I used to think you were the clever one,
But now it’s clear how far you’ve truly fallen.
You can’t hold two thoughts beneath the sun,
And I wonder why I’d ever been so awestricken.

But really, what is with your breath?
My God, I think I might just faint.
We’re not even close, yet you smell like death,
And you reek like rot beneath the paint.

You spew delusions about his worth,
Holding him up like he’s some prize.
I’m tired of fighting since my birth
For someone blind to your hollow lies.

It’s almost sad, whatever happened to you,
But your path is shaped by the choices you’ve made.
Aided and abetted by the man it turns out I never knew,
Who stood by while you struggled and decayed.

My God, you’re still speaking, unaware I don’t care,
Your narcissism unchecked, allowed to take root.
So lost in your lies, you’re so unaware
The words you hurl at me are entirely moot.

You’ve wasted your life on anger and spite,
Choosing division to feel in control.
A liar obsessed with spreading your blight,
While the love you destroy leaves a festering hole.

You and he both seethe as I rise,
Your envy as clear as the lies you repeat.
You hate that my strength is my only reply,
And that I’ve built a life neither of you could defeat.