Arsehole

ARTAUD DAMAGED.
He is an arsehole.
Let’s be honest.
You screamed,
And he called you a cunt.
He threw a bottle of wine at you.
Or maybe that was me.
I no longer remember.
Once upon a time we swore that no amount
Of alcohol would make us forget.
That place in the park,
Where I went down on you.
In the rain.
It seemed romantic at the time.
But that place is no longer there.
It vanished the moment you cried rape.
So, I called you a cunt, and wasted a good bottle of wine.
But maybe that’s not the point.
We all have regrets,
I just wish that mine weren’t aimed so badly.

That boy you’re with.