This is Not a Love Poem

I used to run my fingers through your hair,
Now I want to pull out every dreadlock.

I used to love your bushy eyebrows,
Now I want to light a match to them.

I used to love kissing your cute little nose,
Now I want to punch you right in it.

I used to love the way your eyelashes fluttered in the summer’s sun, now I want to rip out every one.

I used to love the way you eyeballed me when I wore
Nothing but socks. Now I want to screw those eyes out of your head with a hot poker.

I used to love nibbling on your ears,
Now I want to bite them off and spit them to the wind.

I used to love seeing myself in the light brownness of your eyes, now all I see are lies.

I used to love tracing your voluptuous lips with my thumb,
Now I wish they were swollen and bloody.

I used to love how straight your teeth were,
Now I want to pull out every one with a pair of rusty pliers.

I used to love kissing your neck,
Now I want to choke the living shit out of you.

I used to love your cute, fat cheeks,
Now I want to take a sledgehammer to your jaw.

I used to love your thick, black beard,
Now I want to shave it off with a potato peeler.

I used to love your big broad shoulders,
Now I want to nail them to the linoleum floor.

I used to love being held in your arms,
Now I want to cut them off and beat you within an inch of your life.

I used to love when you held my dick in your hands,
Now I want to shove them in a meat grinder.


I used to love the feeling of your fingers kneading my muscles, now I want rats with Rabies to gnaw them off.

I used to love sucking your nipples,
Now I want to scrape them off with sandpaper.

I used to love your big thick dick,
Now I want to chop it off and sell it on E-bay.

I used to love the sexy way you walked,
Now I wish you were as paralyzed as your heart.

I used to suck your toes,
Now I hope the nails turn green and become ingrown.