This is an open letter
to my ex-boyfriend's ex-girlfriend.
Yes, he's an ex-boyfriend because of you.
You have proven that with much love,
muscle support,
and glue,
that that dick you placed on the right side of his heart
is not covered by my assurance that I would never
hurt him like that.
What a reckless driver you are.
You're like an apology letter at the scene of a hit and run.
I'm sorry doesn't quite stick like a post-it
when it's actually on a post-it.
You must have really hit him at full force there.
The way you backed up just to get back on course.
Drunk driving led to drunk texting,
then you ended up at his front door.
How convenient.
Like a convenience store.
So Walmart, shop up.
Don't forget the band-aids.
But girl, you would never forget the band-aids.
They really came in handy that day.
That day you started calling out the pink,
yellow,
maroon,
moon,
orange,
delicate,
baby blue.
Bitch, you started calling out the sky blue.
Picking at old wounds.
You just had to make sure he was still a soldier for your cause.
Still would take a bullet for your heart.
Even though you left him with no vest in your landmines.
Because I remember, I remember being his gurney.
I bet his heart was brand new when you first got it.
Still pumping blood, beauty, and belief.
What a relief it must be for you to leave him with your intentions.
Dear receptionist, are you getting this?
Besides being a joke,
you're the kind of girl that laughs really loud.
Won't kiss him with lipstick.
Long nails, rim you ridiculous.
You the type of girl that never checks on him when he's sick,
but checks his text messages.
You're the mailman.
You disregard the package.
But what's your address?
Cause I got some * you left at our house.
Like your bra, a little lost in a trust issue.
He keeps on the night saying he won't open up to me.
Because the last time he left his front door open,
someone like you walked in.
So dear ex of my ex,
less of my less,
best of my stress,
mess from my ex,
bitch that likes to check texts.
Thank you.
For keeping the best parts of him in your pocket.
I found them to be really useful there.
This thing caught me unexpected.
I took one fall and I slipped up in the magic.
This thing caught me unexpected.
Got up in the car and I got lost in the traffic.
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack.
All dressed in black, black, black.
Put silver buttons, silver buttons,
on down her back.
I asked my mother for 15 cents to see the elephant.
Go jump the fence.
And then I got so high,
got so high,
got so high.
I got so high.
It's not as bad.