Finally broke

Never have I met one like you
Not so precious and new
An ignorant fuck
With little to prove

Ungreatful for anything, entitled to everything
Your words are like quick, repeated blows to my stomach
Quick to steal my breath
While still recovering,
you puff life back into me.
Is it okay now?

I think I finally broke
into the person I have been told about
never to judge the tattered path left
only to lust after the kind promises and future
muttered from you once beautiful lips

Now, all I see
lies. bullshit. deceit.

Can you please talk about yourself a bit more
I have only heard all of these stories a thousand times before
When will you no longer treat me as an audience
but instead love me like you say I deserve.

Asked you if you think of me
No.
You have set up a solid home in my thoughts
Never leaving, but always rearranging
my life. my mind

What could be,
I will force myself to never see
or want.

I can't wait for the day
when I can scrub my flesh clean
from your ever toxic fumes
Never to look back...