To the boy who cried bitch

i.
Imitation gold
That’s what you called me
The second time we spoke
You said I glittered
But the gold had long since then
Left the contours
Of my jaws

ii.
please understand
that I don’t know how to
feel consistently
that
I am a diffracted spectrum
That knows no bounds

iii.
you said I reminded you
of your abusive uncle
and you tried to seek solace and safety
in a girl who belonged to no one
I will not say sorry
for being unable
to conform
to your ideals

iv.
you called me a bitch
13 times
since i've known you
6 of which
held anger
behind
them

vi.
I know that I am far too static
And obtrusive
I lack tact and often
Leave a bitter taste in your mouth
And in all honesty
I am
Apathetic to your whining
I pointed it out to you when we first met
so
Find another shoulder
To cry on
You
miserable
fuck