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I could say such things to she

That would make her cry until she died

And the best detail, would be

That I've never lied. 

Though the things I find the worst

She bears through with a smile

It's like my harshest words are cursed

And so they are not worth my while

But I could call her a whale and a pig

Those would cut her to the bone

I'd watch the verbal hole she'd dig

To bury me in from her frigid throne

I could call her bitch (bleeding or otherwise)

And she would throw a fit

Make herself out in the lashing as a witch

But call her an enabler, an abuser

A down and out narcissist

And an egotistical loser

I could say she is, and completely insist

That she's a terrible mother who has

Led her children into a darkened pit

And she smiles and says

"So? Of course. What of it?

You could never be as mad at me

As I am at myself. The match is lit

And I'm as on fire as I'll ever be"

Robbing my emotional punches of force

Like an air bag takes the brunt of a crash

My world echoes with her 'of course' 

So she follows up "I'm guilty, here's some cash"

And the worst part is I take it.