Thanks for everything.

Thanks for stealing my glory,
when I decided I wanted to throw up glamor.
You always thought you were more of a monster than I.
Thanks for letting me see you
rot into a pile of repugnant filth.
Like you always have been, only in shape.
Thanks for laying next to me,
and keeping me warm with your flesh.
Even though we never got attached emotionally,
I like to think i cut a bit off of you and took it with me.
Because God knows -
I'm a nosey little fucking klepto.
Like the time I stole your everything,
in the shape of a human being
who never belonged to you in the first place.
In a sick way I hope it haunts you,
but I know someday you'll grow up just a little,
and get the fuck over it.
So, really, thanks for everything.
Because, in the end, you gave me alot to fume about,
and now everytime I see you
(which is all of the time)
I forever wait for the day you brake down
and I can tell it all to your face,
instead of hidden behind poetry and sarcasm.
Thanks.