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
Copyright © Brittany Larson | Year Posted 2023
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