Still the Phrase is There

When I woke up the other day these words were
Leaking from my eyes and tangled in my hair - you bitch!

I've breathed the day and stuffed my mind with
Other words, but still, the phrase is there - you bitch!

(Yeah, close the closet door)

I know it's unhealthy and possibly even worrisome
(you bitch)
But honestly, last time I cut my calm or
Promised a sleep-off vengeance, you came about.

(You bitch)

So here's as-is the all I have to say
To solder the curve of older angers
To my mantra and tack that addendum (my heart).
If not for you there's so much I would've missed
In lesson-pain or skipped or ripped apart.

So at this point I'm one to say
I owe you sixteen eres.
An eve to open golden foams of tears
Of goth/Malk dress and plastic stares
To - hey, you, one with the purple and the bean
(you - other - bitch)
Boy, you really turned the trick on her,
That inter-sex in cyber-bed so you know
What I intend.

Damn, you're mean (you other bitch)

Let's cross her name out in rainbow ink
And refocus on (you bitch) the quarry
That was the hunted of pissed insomnia,
Leaving droppings of broken, un-updated websites
In your wake and splitting that epiphany in half
For me, (you broke) so many gates or tethers
Moored to my mom or religion.

Jesus wants to hug you, but you're skin-a-phobic
(unless it's Wayne)
Because your Dad probably tweedled you.
Some sick fucks watch trains collide - I just
Watch you, (you bitch)

Or at this point, your ripples like the yaoi
Diosa mentioning "jealous people" - ha!

So, yeah, I could try for the leet haxxor that
Your mom probably still thinks I am (oh baby,
Restrain me and use tacky *asterisks*
To emphasize things) but I realize it's moot.

(You bitch) (you broke) (my heart)

But now it's healed half-in-two
Into a glow-fed soul, dirtied by the lies but
Burning from the energy.
And he loves me.
As immature as it may stand, to point and suck my
Bitten thumb at you, I have proof that
I'm worth more than throwing away, after
Tricky digits dialed to be a fill-in between
Obsessions (and damn that's sad, you bitch).

So now I can, as a phoenix, laugh
At the fool who threw the match to light.

As you said that I didn't deserve you, for once
I think the fallen likes of you is right.