Fuck That

Your trouble
The ex
Pretending
You care
About what you made
When you made love to her.

The time
You wish
She would keep you
But she didn’t
Because to her
You were trash.

Your hope
And the distance
Between
What is you
And what is me.

The force
Of my walls
Pressing up
Against whatever the fuck
You think you are feeling.

The color
Of your shitty car
That you
And you alone
Seem to love.

The appeal
You think you have
But not to me
You are a joke
That I never tell
Because it sucks.

To your problems
To your ex
To your cock
To everything about you…
Fuck that..