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.