Ouch

I liked the attention

But I never liked you. 

Nice girls

Are their own

Worst enemy. 

I should know. 

I ate you for breakfast

I scrambled your heart

I left you squirming in the sun

For the birds and bugs

To feast upon. 

And I sleep like a baby at night,

My love,

I sleep like the dead. 

Written June 10th 2013