How Can I Prove
How can I prove
to you, you hoe,
I care more
for Hell below?
Leave me, go!
I wish you hell.
Please, oh please
fall down a well!
You sicken me
with your false smiles.
The hearts of lovers
in battered piles.
Such pettiness
what crooked lies
And yet to you
men swam like flies.
How can I prove
to you, you bitch,
I really want you
in a ditch.
Copyright © Emilia Hawthorne | Year Posted 2014
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