Revenge
(for Louise Monnington)
I want you to stop dead
at the sight of me
strutting my stuff
down Bourke street
in my purple number and stilettos
while I’m laughing and on my way
to a club with friends
come in your pants
at how fucking hot
and awesome I am
kicking yourself
at how you fucked it up
treated me like shit
lose your breath
cross the road
stop me and say ‘hi’
and I’ll be all polite
and say ‘how are you?
How you been?’
And I want you to pull
me aside, explain
that you’ve missed me
so much, beg me to
come back and I want to
laugh at how cute it all is
‘oh, sweetheart,
that’s so sweet’
and you’ll say
‘cause I miss you, babe’
and then I’ll yell
very abruptly
‘fuck you you
sleazy, two-timing
motherfucking dickhead!
I would never take
you back, you head fuck!’
And then I want to
calm down and
rub your shoulder
very sweetly
say ‘sorry’
then continue
down Bourke street
with my friends
while you stand on the
footpath, heartbroken

jameswfrobertsdapoet said,
January 22, 2012 at 11:46 am
Hate to the be the man that did that to you