Valentines

bisexual lighting she’s across the bar with her you’re off limits cut my tongue on a straw so I can’t prove I’m a giver got in trouble for singing katy perry as a kid he’s a devil on my shoulder telling me I’m not pretty enough for you and your cherry chapstick she’s gonna pull me over and give me a ticket for wanting your lips against mine while he drags me by my hair into the laboratory

smearing my name Contradictions in the deep end of a pool Saying I’m the best you’ve ever heard in the same breath as calling me a crazy whore God you’re so brave for speaking up about a girl you emotionally abused for years on end! Even your campaign manager is tired of your antics

Candy gram to your future lovers. All the girls he’ll love after me. Six candy grams a night isn’t normal. He just wants a lollipop instead but won’t admit that to himself. 365 x 2 days since we last exchanged candy grams and he won't stop handing them out.

It’s like you turned back on the light of my microscope Before I only saw gram stains and melancholic lies The other guys I preferred a bag over their head than pillow talk Wanting to protonate your hydrogens Hot in a pathetic way Agonizingly staring down my microscope until I let you turn the light back on again

Driving a hearse by my house You’re not a certified lover boy you’re a menace to all genders You keep trying to juice me out of your life but the blender isn’t working Let’s talk checks and balances Oh wait you’re too broke to write a check I'm too grown now for you to find me attractive anymore. do they know you like them young? Stuck minoring in the psychology of women younger than you choosing minor products in the synthesis of your dick singing in a minor and thinking of

My nucleophilic backside attacking your electrophilic carbon atom Causing an inversion of our stereochemistry

You’re playing mind games with a voodoo doll Every time you prick you hurt yourself Set fire to me and you’ll enter into a state of psychosis Gonna hook like and sinker your ass Cut my mic off and you look pathetic One prick Lied about an accident to get me back Two prick Told my friend you missed my hole and not the one I talk with Three prick Bashed my uterine lining in the dollhouse Fourth prick Never made me finish the stitch Fifth prick Kissed the voodoo doll while you f

My thumb doesn’t bleed anymore No longer a fiend for the pain you caused me Because I’m away from you You broke my uterus and left I sewed it together Now I have button eyes and hydrophobic ends that fear comfort of a touch That blood used to drip down when I was around you Now the scar wounds smile back at me

The price of his actions will become your trauma Wishing I could invoice him a penny for every drop of blood I lost A dollar for every bruise you left A dime for every lie I told for him

God can you die off our show yet? Sorry I don’t touch broke men anymore How many more sob stories are you going to tell my friends about what I did to you? Grow a pair and pick up the phone Our pseudo sexual love story Sneak dissing me on Tuesday mornings cause you have nothing better to do

felt so long trying to explain myself I forgot to look in the mirror

365 party girl Won’t go out for the superbowl that’s the weekend you tossed a football with another girl Came back and said my net felt tighter than hers So now I go to bars with people who don’t even know my middle name Because I’m sick of taking shots of grief alone Sorry I’m acting weird Just thinking about how your friend raped me took the keys from my youth out of the engine forever You saw me almost tie a noose because of that and didn’t even bat an eye But I think abou

Let’s start the story again I’m little miss looney tunes So pressed you’re holding a luncheon That’s my conjunction He’s the chairman Then let’s get square man Handing out candy grams Cause you’re just a tiresome fan Burning in the frying pan

I left so you’d come back? Swallowing poison cause that’s what you taught me to do 6 feet under and you’re still shit talking me with your shovel Starting at me in the open casket

Thought I’d never graduate from you or this place Choking myself out with the tassel Took my entire college experience away from me All my youthful spirit you got for free Sold it for a spot Mistake strangers for you at the dancing hours of the night Three years of punishment and you think you’d be done

Coming out of the woodworks Love to sexually harass my bacterial colony Acinetobacter baumannii type shit Did you see they photo from the party of us and get off to the two of us Men like you hate women like a bacterium seeps down the bloodstream of a critical oatient Half of you can’t even define consent But you’re still on the scent Braking hard Attracting the ones questioning their sexuality as they tie me to the stake

The handmaids are more worried about getting their daily protein in than the world burning up They just died but yay I got my 50 grams of protein in today!

Mic please Thought we agreed to keep it on good terms No feelings just sex ya know? Guess I wasn’t putting out enough for you But what goes around comes around Didn’t even break a sweat when you met up with little miss leftovers Let you make a fool out of yourself cause you’re pushing thirty and you’re still in love with your ex Riding my dick so hard in the press Here’s a tip don’t bite down too hard You’re not even the ex lover I write sonnets about Play obsessed by Mariah

I’m the road runner and you’re the coyote Watching you fall on your face trying to chase me You’re just heated I was the last one to leave Using a death against me I’m really glad you support women’s rights even to the point of screaming on the rooftops about my uterus Don’t punish me because you can’t get me off your mind Every time it scabs over you’re behind me with a machete I’m acting out so you have to punish me right? Tell me to move on when he’s still chasing me aroun

I was quite kind before I met you Used to like sunsets and roses Now I’m a bear attacking in the wilderness of how are you’s and friend requests Groomed me to live in a state of stormy gossip I hope you’re repenting in the church Fabricating lies about me hoping the clothes still fit My nervous system can’t just have a normal conversation because of you Took my entire college experience away from me No frat parties or hallway crushes Just lectures hungover from your abuse I h