Perfect picket fences

Lies
you told me you hated them
While in the same sentence telling me you love me.
Saying sweet little words
All to get my clothes off
Your narcissistic pleasure derived by praying upon my nymphomanic need to be loved
Subtle slutshaming as you try to get in my pants
Telling me you love me
Telling her you love her
Telling the others you love them
How naive of me to believe I was different
How naive to have trusted you
Now I see you're a mosquito draining me of that happiness I found in January
Maybe if I starve you of my attention you'll piss off
run around and say I'm crazy,
Say I'm easy or sleazy
I'm done with you
Done with your hypocritical narcissistic bullshit
And I'm trying to take the high road here,
really i am
but i just really hope your perfect picket fences impale you

This poem is about: 
Me

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