to all the sociopaths I have ever dated
keep your dead flowers, friends, and all the things you never did for me, all the love you never had, and I will give you everything you need. Take my tears, take my heart, take my energy, my time, take it and mock me for being so stupid, for my rich emotional landscape. You can be right, you can always be right, and you can enjoy your cool logic and your reason and your beige colored days. Keep it. Every nail in my voodoo doll, every welt on my backside, every black and blue bruise from your hand on my thigh, Yes these agonies are not pleasure, but marks of having lived and living.