Approaching May

Not certain of the length of time passed,

But I am quite certain it’s all for the best:

For certainty is hypocrisy’s blueprint.

I reluctantly state the aforementioned

Because I still think of you everyday.

And I know this brings a part of you joy.

But I also know, all joy for you stops

At the previous lines, and what follows

Is for me (but you’ll make it for you ; )

What this unspecified passing time

Has gratefully gifted me (into peace)

Is an accurate perspective of my recall.

For any semblance of fondness (once

Parasitically entwined with my memory’s

Enmeshment) has been playfully vanquished.

And I forgive myself for loving an

Emotional cripple — fueled by their need

To fulfill a pathological self-serving -

And so this is why I think of you: the

Residual of the lie you were to me

Possesses a talent to question my own reality,

And all of this, I am quite certain you know:

For your daddy’s DNA courses through

The unawareness of your mendacious veins.

And so, to address and respond to the

Primary takeaway concern (“I just don’t want you to be mad at me”)

Of your unaddressed traumatic existence

Manifested effusively upon

A heart and mind that genuinely accepted

The depths and totality of your essence:

FUCK YOU CUNT!