a poem

Things said to me today:

Whatever helps you sleep at night, you
Why don’t you contact Stephen
Or jack off with Jeff
I hate who Ive become since Ive met you
You really are a bad person.
Im sure he brought up things before he left
There’s not a doubt in my mind that you haven’t done something with someone…kissed someone,
One day youll care about someone other than yourself and it will be too later
Stephen makes good money, I bet
I don’t see how you don’t see the devil inside of you
Like your mother