Oye Chico

Again, I am In the throes of hurt By the hand of the callous careless chico that is always managing to put me there Chico, did I make your time easier? Did I smother you enough until SHE made it home? Did I distract you enough? Or did I not deter you from saying, “darling” and “amor” And the late night texts that You sent from MY bed And the shrine of sappy obvious love songs That aren’t intended for ME, the girl covered head to foot With your hands and mouth Mira cabron, I wanna thank you For wiping my tears and continuing to Screw me over with your insincerity For continuing to push me like a thorn Further and further into your falsely secure arms For making me think that maybe it was ok That maybe this was real That maybe our deadline was not a finish line But it was And the song I sang that you flinched at That I knew had some truth About you regressing to the girl Who finally made it home Is true Well I hope you don’t leave her black and blue Like you have me…. BECAUSE NOW I HATE US BOTH.