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You need a laxative for all that shit you’re talking Tormenting me can’t be your only hobby You’re just as bad as the straight men in my DMs Worked the graveyard to figure out your sexuality You must be really bored to be talking all that mouth about a woman you haven’t touched in yesrs Posing with women that look like me with a binder on

I knew I was over you when I started laughing again Years of torture ended over one last whisper of disrespect Because you’re never going to bruise me again You can go give hickeys and emotional bruises to someone else Last time I’ll ever follow the white rabbit Maybe you’ll never get your karma but you’ll forever have to wonder if these poems are about you

No one prepares you for when you have to betray the only man you’ve ever loved Pandora’s box or my freedom? Made me the bad guy Then why do I feel so guilty? I can already picture your face when you hear the news Shot heard around the world or tying ny own noose They’re going to put me on that stand Ask me to recite it all Am I more scared to lie or to tell the truth?