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Sweet Vengeance was voted favorite poem in August’s poetry party: Dish Best Served Cold. It was submitted by Yen. To discover more of her writings go check out her Kitten Notes at Little Calico’s Journal. And don’t forget to scratch on her wall and let her know you discovered her here, at Memee’s Musings, and wanted to read more! via Little Calico’s Journal Author: xiaohuamaobiji Never have I…

I stayed home sick, defrosting the last tub of soup

you made me. It was months old. I was so sick of it,

thinking of you, and mad that the soup still tasted

good.

I stared at the dip of my spoon as it scraped up the last drops.

I was a little dizzy; after each mouthful,

 Getting through to you is harder than stone,

and loving you is like diamonds.

I see you through the glass;

always at an arms reach,

and always for a price.

But then I remember,

you mean,

If I could say one last thing to you,

It would be

  “Fuck. You.

Fuck you for not being like the rest of them.

Fuck you for making me feel really truly loved and cared about

Fuck you for making me feel whole.

  Fuck you.

Fuck you for being just like your goddamn father.

You abused me in a way that I had never thought possible.

You took away the little happiness I had left in this world.

  You did not hit me with fists or feet,

but you hit me with every word you said against my passion,

every time you took my phone away to “check in on who I was talking to”

every time you didn't trust me.

  Fuck you for forcing me to do things that I never wanted to do

and to give up things I really wanted to do.

Fuck you for manipulating me and harassing me until I took you back.

3 times.

  Fuck you for being the sneaky bastard my parents warned me about.

And last of all

Fuck you for making me fuck you.

  All of these things, I never noticed from the inside, only the out.

And as I write this, you text me and say

“Okay. Goodbye. Whatever happens to me,

just know that I will always love you Colleen Faith.”

  The only thought in my head is that

I may be responsible for the next death.

But honestly, if I hadn't gotten out when I had,

you would have been the cause of mine.

  You'll never know, but you brought out the worst in me.

I never knew, so I blamed everything but you.

  Fuck you.

Fuck you for making me “fall in love with you”

  And most of all.