You Don't Like Me Because-

The amount of hate that I'm breathing

over takes the love that I'm leaving.

You don't like me because

I'm so different then you are.

You don't like me because

I'll always write better then you,

and if you make it a game

of course

I'll

beat you

down

like

the criminal that I am.

My poetry

might as well be bleeding

against my skin

I started

out

screaming

cheating

you

out of

the

pleasure

of keeping me quiet and taking me down.

I continue

because its the only thing that I know how to do now.

You don't like me because

I was alone

in that car.

You don't look at me because

I won't let you live it down,

you and that broken grin

that your swallowing

pills

too petit

for the likes of you

but my wounds

feaster

all eyes on you

little darling

so give us a show.

The words

from your broken grin

don't faze us

dearest

little

fuck-up.

Your face

fancy

like scars

scarring

the children away.

The blood on your face

and how you tried to take me down

but you can't fuck me over

even though I was shaking

on the side of the road.

The amount of hate that I'm breathing

over takes the love that I'm leaving.

I can't go back.

You don't like me because

I'm young enough to be your daughter

my father

my beloved husband

and I your child bride of collision and crime;

how you took a hold of me between metal.

You don't like me because

I look like everyone else here

in tears

and my mother holding my hand in the hospital.

You don't like me because

I know your game

like twisted children

you strike me

only to find that I'll hit you right back

harder

then the two of us

fucking

on the road way.

Just think if we had died

you and I

and

you

alone

would I haunt.

You don't like me because

I should have died with you

screaming

underneath the metal

of your mistakes.

Do you know what metal smells like when its on fire?

You don't like me because

I won't let it lie

and my lawyer

lawless

in front of the house where you raised your own children.

The amount of hate that I'm breathing

over takes the love that I'm leaving.

You don't like me because

I address these poems to you;

life

after

death,

but death

always

comes

after life.