Your Whore

And you never thought
these tears would turn pink
and fuck you over-
again...
and again.

But they did.

Now take your sympathy
and your pitiful pity talks;
shove it up your saxophone
and play the fucking blues
one more.

I am woman-
hear me roar.
Never again
gonna be your
WHORE.


This isn't one of my best at all, I admit that. Just a little random poem when I was thinking about my ex boyfriend from waaaay back when. I suppose it's more angry the angsty but I thought it was the best genre for the poem.

Anyway, imput would be helpful as always.

-Seras Nova