My question is;
why did you come back?
To remind me
That I lack just enough
To make me not enough
But I'm just enough
To make you enough
I've had enough
And the truth is
Not that you'd know truth from a lie
but I would and I do,
Because you educated me
on the distinction...
The truth is that I loved you
and that was bigger than
any lab-created insufficiency
that you could invent
and staple to my image in your head
to justify the fact that you
wanted something else
which would never give you what I gave
love you like I loved
hear you like I heard
see you...like I saw you
(who took him, that man?
Or did I invent something beautiful
All the while you invented
pictures of me in unflattering tones
which when blended together
made various shades of ugly and tragic)
I guess that makes you an ungrateful fool in need of justification
You can have it.
Justification will never sing to you in tones saturated
wet with want
like I did.
It's ok.
Now you cry?
Your tears, do they taste like me?
Like my bruised skin?
(You can throw all the radiators that you want)
Like my shaking fingers, grabbing for the door
(You can wave your bullet slinger, 'cause you always fancied yourself a gunslinger)
Like my crushed and broken lips
(You can tell them stories about my base and immoral nature)
Somewhere between your lies and my fear
You learned to live with yourself
You did it just to...
to cover for the fact that
we had lunch with her every day and you never told me
I always wondered why she'd flinch when her eyes caught ring on my hand
And you, I thought your hands were in your lap
I loved you for your manners
To hell with all your manners
You shoulda just told me you prefer blondes
It's not polite to keep blondes in your pocket
And all the while, I thought it was me
something horribly wrong with me
And you can tell them that
I didn't meet your standard of beauty
I didn't ding the fuck-factor bell
To cover for the fact that
You didn't deserve what I had
Never earned it
Never loved it
But you took it anyway.
Didn't you?
It's ok.