this is not a happy poem
that fucking movie
that stupid fucking couch and
those neglected screams
I told you no, I
said I didn’t want to
and you kept on going.
Moving, hushing, and
grabbing that I didn’t expect.
“I never loved you.”
“The bathroom’s that way,
why don’t ya clean yourself up?”
I cleaned up alright.
The reason I came
over was to wish you
a happy birthday,
but
I guess you had
other plans in mind.
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