A poem by Chancellorpink. SO USED TO BEING HATED darkness creeping over tingling rubber down your throat the doctors slit the sternum dicing up the heart you wrote and the daddy pain you swallowed while the mommy hurt made sense were put to sleep like baby sheep when they couldn't leap the fence and the silly high school crushes stomped out cigarettes on cue to the beat of prince and kings dead since they found the maiden's shoe nightmares come in waves hello and lovers go in faint goodbyes television after midnight burns the drunk man's weary eyes passing out like faded fliers an aborted giddy swoon smiling gentle as she kissed you while the fiddle played in tune cavier between your teeth and mud caked under fuck me heels the excitement of the chase died under sheets where no one feels flash back to a real sensation before the doctors made the cut well, there were no surgeons, really still, you often bled too much through bitterness because of flowers left to rot under snow showers and the poems you wrote for hours that she laughed at with a scotch yes you always bleed too much you're so used to being hated every pity firmly snickers every memory is debated between 15 varied liquors and there could have been parades of confidants and precious winks of earnest late-night coffee banter no, just vomiting in sinks and you're so used to being hated candles flicker, bedie-bye if the cat comes near you, kick her if the truth comes near you, lie if the children come a-calling ...
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