Twelve pieces of dark chocolate sitting on my bed

Devoured in commemoration of how you made me feel

The anger in my eyes as I pretended to be happy

When you walked beside me as if I were a stranger,

As if I were a stranger and not your girlfriend

Hiding the tears that pleaded to fall as your hand

Dropped mine after I took the initiative to take it –

You were never going to – and just because we could be seen

Doesn’t mean you need to be embarrassed of me

That’s the problem – are you ashamed of me?

Or do you think I’m your toy without feelings

And that you don’t need to make me happy

In situations where I’m unlikely to suck your dick?

Imagine how this must feel for me, after all,

You said you “care about me deeply”.

Bullshit.

You don’t give a fuck.

And right now, neither do I.

My block of chocolate is finished,

And darling, so are we.