I don’t need your type of drip feed

I don’t need your wishing well

I don’t need your body count, your bump and grind, your kiss and tell

The little cuts that scar aren’t why we hurt

The laughter lies that bind us are the worst

I hate you 

Don’t leave


I don’t need your kind of trouble

I don’t need your blow by blow

I don’t need your sleight of hand, your whistle stop your come and go

I don’t need your thick nipped fashion voodoo

The hole the poison needs is what I can’t feed

I hate you

Don’t leave


I don’t need your push and hustle

I don’t need your hit and run

I don’t need your feeding frenzied body bag;

I am a terminator


I don’t need your after day glo

I don’t need your ‘I can’t tell’

I don’t need your incandescent scent of woman gone to hell

The little cuts that scar aren’t why we hurt

The laughter lies that bind us are the worst

I hate

You 

Don’t leave