When your therapist assigns you really triggering material to read
"I can dress it up in metaphor,
That night your dress was on my floor,
Or I can write it out,
And give a blow by blow account.
What was his name again?
The boyfriend in the picture frame,
One of many you’ve screwed over, no doubt,
Figuratively, literally, does he make you shout,
Scream like I do? Or did. Or have done. Or could do still.
And if we were going out, would you put me on your windowsill?
Both of us watching you with guys, numbers one through six,
Watching you wrap yourself around their dicks.
All while I’m wrapped around your little finger,
What’d be your excuse, a lookalike and it was dark, a dead ringer,
You were drunk, but you weren’t hungover,
Or maybe something just came over
You. Yeah, that something was him, and there are no excuses,
Likewise, tell your boyfriend I too have no excuses.
Tell him he’s welcome to attack me, if it makes him feel better,
But first, please, for God’s sake, tell him he’s out of the picture."
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