My thoughts are stagnant 
and my words obsolete.  

My expressions are ignored  
and my strengths muted. 

My feelings are degraded 
and my emotions gaslighted. 
And my worth... 

Completely meaningless to you. 

But as soon as that whiskey 
sits in your hand... 

And you take a couple swigs... 

It's interesting how fast 
my worthlessness to you 
can never be recalled. 



You’re manipulative.

You patronize me and belittle me.

You only care about what you want.

You don’t truly care about my feelings.

You tell me it’s all in my head.

You need everything to go your way.

You use me.

You play games to make me come back.

You’re so fucking selfish and demanding.

You’re a self-centered, egocentric motherfucker.

You’re conniving and deceitful.

You’re always having to have the last word.

You’re lying to yourself by blaming others.

You’re ignorant and so damn arrogant.

You’re fucking mean when not the center of my attention.


You are an asshole.

And a fucking narcissist.