They developed a style for you

A style that neither suited you nor humiliated you

It paid you no attention, not as much as I did

No one was ever as good to you as me

No one will ever understand you the way I do

And that’s the truth

They say the truth hurts


No. I’ll tell you what hurts.

Lies hurt

Sinister, secretive sordid lies. That’s what hurts

And their stains you can never erase

Like blackberry juice, there forever, glaring at you

Faded but never invisible


And it hurts like hell. And it stings like hell

But this is the world in which I met you

And this is the world that you will get used to

I’ll be seeing you then.