The End

You sting like a bee,

You taste like poison on my lips,

But you tell them it is my fantasy,

It is my curved hips.

No one likes my truth,

You ensure it is erased.

It is always me, never you,

And your face remains unphased.

But I spat out the venom,

You were not looking.

I hid behind blue denim,

We were on the wrong footing.

Now I bite like a snake,

I taste like death on your tongue.

You know you cut your own brakes,

You know you killed me too young.

-Jackie