Tart

I didn’t know I’d be so upset,
seeing that picture of you and her.
I guess that’s what it comes to
after a false alarm. Yes,
I never told you. But then again,
you never called.
I never knew how upset I could be,
praying to the porcelain god before
first. I am your unpaid cyprian
and it is starting to sink in.
I despise you for what you made me.