Tabatha Wharton

words

{musings of an aging millennial trope}



{you win}

  photo courtesy of Keely Weis  

photo courtesy of Keely Weis 

you win
you can have him

and the sparkling, wild eyes
that glow so wide
when they lie

and the soft hands you’ll never
quite fully know where or
upon whom they’ve been

and the sweet smelling sweat on the
small of his back from the guilt of falling
behind pace for his trespasses

and the rumble of suspicion at
the bottom of your hollowed gut
when his perfected words stammer

and the moment when you realize
you never were exempt
from the wrath of his self-serving ego

you win
you can have it all
and oh, what a monstrous prize
you’ve won.