Revenge

Look, here's the thing
You and I both know
That you'll never forget
The color of my eyes
In the middle of winter,
Or the way my laugh
Echoed in the
Cinderblock hallway,
You won't be able to
Forget the way
I lisp out, "thesaurus",
Or how I look when
I sigh out my
Marlboro smoke
In fact, you love the way
I bite my nails
To the skin and
You love when you
Can see my bumpy spine.
The problem with you
Is that you see me
As a piece of art
And we both know
You'll never forgot
Something as tragically beautiful
As I.
So, here's hoping
That the reoccurring thoughts,
The midnight cravings for me
Fucking torture you,
Here's hoping my name
Bounces around in your mind
And it etches itself
Deep into your skull
Because after every single thing
You did to ruin me?
Of course I'm entitled
To a smidgen of revenge.