This is a poem about my ex. It’s strange because I realize that the more I neutralize my perception of who he is, he turns more and more into an enemy rather than a friend, which was what he was before we turned into something more. Then, I guess it was a good thing we broke up.
The Thing About Him
By: Anita Marie
The thing about him is that he’s an expert on deception
I don’t get it how he does it but he just is
Making you think that his confidence is perfection
The thing about him is that he was not even a good friend
Even after putting friendship back on the table
He sulked in bitterness as he could not accept the end
The thing about him is that he was a chronic liar
One after the other they just flew from his mouth
Flame by flame building up into one great fire
The thing about him is that he embraces fuckboy culture
He likes it that he has a lot of girls at his disposal
Being praised for misogyny without looking at the big picture
The thing about him is that he was a pseudo everything
Making you think it was a meaningful relationship
But turns out it was for his pride that you were casted out as a fling
The thing about him is that he wasn’t even beautiful
Not even the slightest bit of a Prince Charming
Not a knight in shining armor, neither strong and honorable
The thing about him is that he was always a bad memory
Even if there were good times worth remembering
He has his way of day by day turning into the enemy
Anita Marie 