Abuse in a New Form

Abuse in a New Form


Nowadays a man
doesn’t even
need to be face to face
with a woman
to abuse her with his
arrogant
thoughtless,
vengeful words.

Electronic devices
have become
stone-colored,
cold messengers
which are the
catalysts that
end relationships
with the mere option,
“send.”

He likes her at first,
and isn’t afraid to say so—
of course none of it is “said”
through
verbal communication.


Lets just fuck,
before you
move away—
it would end my
infatuation with you.

Come over now,
I love morning sex.

All I want is you in my bed.


She says he’s being ridiculous,
and tries to downplay the fact
he’s acting as though
she’s some hooker off the streets
wanting to be bought
so she can pay off her
expensive coke habit.


I’m not going to stop
being forward with you.

If you don’t respond to me,
this is bullshit.

It’s funny how when
a word as simple as “no”
is included in the mix—
anger emerges.

Holding in your feelings just makes
it better,
ignoring me is really healthy.

I love that fact
that we have been friends
for multiple years,
and you still won’t date me.
Fuck you, you tease me.


Why must a woman be seen
as wanting sex,
because of dress
or a little flirting.
She never hid her personality.
But nevertheless,
she’s the evil conspiring
man-eating female that
wants nothing more than to
squash any man that gets in her way
and takes pleasure in destroying the
idea of romance.

Poor innocent man,
never doing anything wrong
simply being the Neanderthal
that he is and giving in to his
penis’ yearnings.
A woman must surely
allow the man to fuck her
if he feels fit.
It’s the way of the world.

I would have fucked you,
past tense.
I don’t think I should get involved.

I deserve better—
And everyone around me
Thinks so too.

He’s right,
he deserves someone who’s
attracted to him,
wants him,
and has actual interests
in common with him.
His ego must be saved.
His reputation, redeemable
after this sort of rejection?


I liked you
because
you have issues.
I can tell you have had many
healthy relationships
with boys.
I can’t look at you the same way.
Fuck you.

Still anger doesn’t arise within her.
Yet an upsetting and unsettling feeling
begins to surround her.
How many more men
feel entitled to say whatever he feels fit
when the woman says “no?”

Bewilderment surfaces as she
discovers this new facet of
his personality.
People don’t hide
who they really are, ever.
Clues are carefully placed,
Like the little breadcrumbs
Hansel and Gretel put down
in the forest, to find their
way back home.

I like this angry energy we have,
It makes it better for me.

Can I put this more harshly?
Fuck you.

If I ignore you or leave the
room when you come in,
that’s my special way of saying
fuck you.

Not being your friend
is the healthiest thing
for me.


Treatment like that
garner’s no response
because a reaction is what
a man like that wants
from the woman.
He wants to know he’s
weaseled underneath her skin—
sucked a little life from her,
made her question
who she is.


Have a nice life.