If someone didn't say anything, wouldn't have noticed it was a poem. At first I thought it was a rant with bad grammar, and read it straight.
oh so NOW you get the sex change operation. "Im not ready, Cupcake, its a big change Cupcake." I know i said i loved you for your personality, K, but dammit you're such a...a selfish prick. Know what? Forget it. I work two jobs to get enough money for your operation because YOU wanted it, and i was cool with it. I thought, "it doesnt matter, i love the person not the body." Then you go book a flight to Vegas when im on a business trip like i wont wonder what the hell you're doing? Nah. You go ahead and call that little fukboi of yours--yeah, i knew all along, you think im stupid or something?--and tell him we're done. I know i made a mistake, and im not using the old "you did it first" excuse. Im not that petty. But fuck me if im going to stay in this kind of caustic relationship any longer. I might not have much, but at least i have SOME dignity. Which is more than i can say for you! *Runs away, a trail of glistening tears marking the escape.* (welp im done. Peace ya'll. Y)