The Silverware

Hey Ass hole-

When I met you I still foolishly subscribed to the fucked up fairytale notion that a romantic love would come and save the day.

Sweep me away.

I thought I was a ladle until you used me.

Hey Ass hole-

When I met you I repetitiously told myself before waking from slumber that standing behind was an acceptable position when respecting the one who leads

Leads through the weeds.

I thought I was an ice cream scoop until you used me.

Now I laugh at the notion of kowtowing to frivolous concepts of love dumb meat bags.

Now the idea of romance is akin to a tragic comedy.

Since you used me.

Thank you ass hole for sharpening my edge.

Thank you ass hole for wiping the cake crumbs clean off my blade.

I thought that I was a spoon.

You showed me I’m a knife-

and now I’m ready for the kill.

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