I love my body.

Mar 27, 2011 19:10

He's cheating on her again
I'm not shocked in the least
just a little sick.
Again, not because I didn't expect it
(but I didn't).
She deserves so much better.
I wonder
why she's got such low self-esteem
then things like this happen and I remember.

This is why we have stereos.
They weren't invented for anything military
or essential to getting things done.
They were made for people like me
in serious need
of something loud
to drown out
the drunk driven and the mean.

We all know saying it louder will always make you right.

Just how loud can I make my stereo?
Can I blow my speakers out?
Can I scare the neighbors good and thorough?

Yes I can.
Oh yes I can.
You should know better than to bet against me.
I'm not the losing type.

Because no matter what he has to say
at the end of the day
I look down at my legs and see
the mess of words and color in Sharpie
markers that I depend upon
and I know this:

I love my body.
Your opinion is invalid.

sick, poetry, domestic, angst, my chemical romance

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