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Mr D.


You’re a cunt

You’re a slut

And if you don’t say anything back

It means that you agree with that.

 

I don’t care that you are crying

I don’t care.

I should have left you crying in Stratford.

I love you, and I tell you

You are a cunt, and I tell you

 

Stop complaining

that I was late,

that I disappeared the whole day.

Stop complaining

Or I will call you a cunt again.

 

You misunderstood the time

I said before 8pm

I misunderstood the time

Women should be tamed to work in the kitchen.

 

No, it's not a joke

And I am gonna say it again

Women should be tamed to do the housework.

 

No, we don’t ‘need to talk’

It was not an argument.

No, I don’t get heated!

It was not an argument.


You write poems? 

Nobody cares

You're a slut

Would you like some of daddy's special formula? 

 

You’re ugly

You’re a narcissist

You’re ugly

You’re a narcissist


And why are you always upset?

I was only joking!

Can’t you take a joke!?



This poem is made entirely of sentences said, shouted or texted to me by someone I was in a relationship with.


Screenshot from my phone.

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Jul 27

So sorry you had to go through this - and almost unbelievable that all these are real things someone said to you. But what a powerful, chilling poem.

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