a chill had started to spread over the inches of my body a fire had already been lit you cursed everybody

of your own femininity oh, how you’re scared i would have laughed sooner but oh, how i cared

because we were friends or so we used to say but friends don’t kill your soul each and every day

and i tolerated it for so long probably could for some more but some things i can’t forgive you’re rotten to your core

you crushed all my friends and i won’t call them ours that luxury you forfeit when the taste of your name sours

where did you learn to act like the most manipulative of men? “you’re being dramatic” you said again and again and again

please, get over yourself you think the world revolves around you think we care enough to not question every lie you constantly spew

so maybe i’ll take a page out of my own revenge handbook i’ve gotten quite a bit of practice lately your world will be quite shook

and maybe when i’ve lit a match to your name, your ego, your cries we’ll all feel a little lighter without your intangible, incessant lies

oh, would you look at that? the sight of you being dropped out of the door of our lives and just like that the chill stopped.