All Bite

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 I am no dog.

I will not wait for you.

You are not a master for me to serve,

You were never one worthy of my companionship.

I followed you until my feet bled and my muzzle was bloodied and torn 

Until my paw pads raw

Until my throat hoarse from barking your name 

Whining screaming crying and howling for a man who was never worth a whimper

Fuck you

Fuck your sweet words that turned from honey to syrupy arsenic

You are so fucking incapable of loving anything beside your own fucking self

Your pathetic excuse of self worth that balances solely on the reflection of a mirror instead of who you actually are behind that thick wall you call a face

Not only did you lie

But you fucking cheated

You cheated me

You built a future with your words that your eyes knew they would never lay upon

You sold yourself to me as a man worth your weight in gold

Shame on me for not reading the fool in front of that

One of the few I was ever fucking dumb enough to let close

I shot myself in the foot the first time I ever took a step toward you

I hate the fact I still miss you 

The man who was never worthy of my body or my mind or the fact that I laid my soul so raw in front of that you bled it out

Fuck you 

May you never know rest 

I hope even those who may come after you in the same flow of blood know not peace or ever make enough to place sense of life in their pockets 

I hope you never find peace or those you claimed to be looking for

I hope ever single place you go I haunt you like last nights drinks

Giving you a pang in the head until you figure out how to be a good fucking man

Never once have I been so goddamn disrespected by a man 

It’s truly an embarrassment to have ever fallen so hard 

 For a person who will always crawl into a shadow of another man to maybe feel like he might be able to become one some day

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