I am the Bitch, I am the Egg Man

you were kind

i was a bitch with schrapnel in her heart, who wouldn’t let you in because you were a distraction not a nurse, and when you touched them it hurt even worse but i’m sorry i let you care for me and let this affair run free when it made me loathe my selfish desire to let you burn on the pit of someone else’s fire but snuffing it out meant accepting growing up and i couldn’t let go of what filled my empty cup.

you were kind

i was the bitch who wouldn’t say no and allow you to go, realizing too late that i couldn’t stand your touch, even the most intimate clutch, making you recoil from my laughter that I couldn’t stop from coming after.

you were kind

i was the bitch who brought this romance of woes to its fateful close, as you held on well after it was gone.

you were kind

i was the bitch that didn’t know how to react and you were the casualty of the second act.

you were kind

i was the bitch who didn’t love you.

you were kind

i was the bitch

I hope you understand why

it didn’t work out