There Will Be a Man

There will be a man and he will say I am a good man He will will say I am a good man and he will be so full of rules and responsibilities that you will believe him Don't believe him There will be woman after woman after woman Who does not know what happened last night Only that he kept buying her drinks and rubbing her back telling her all the beautiful things she deserves She will not feel beautiful I am so sick from eating my own tongue For removing myself from spaces he might be in From hearing from people I love that he is a good man There will be a man who does everything right on paper Who is so much more giant that you could ever be And he will rub that giant against you want him to or not He will be waiting behind every unbidden sunrise to remind you how in control you are not How next year will be the same as this year How much it is your fault if you are hurting He is not hurting There will be a man who eats nothing but empty pedestals He will say I am a good man and you are not a good girl And he will be right on paper He will erase the mistake from inside of your mouth Relabel himself a martyr and bow out on yellowed You will still be here tainted talked about