2018 B. Clary
I don’t speak to you in riddles
You just don’t understand.
You don’t heed my silent warnings
Just continue as you planned.
If you weren’t such a moron I might still have hope for you
After all these years together you still don’t have a clue
So continue as you do now, without a second thought
Never wonder if I’m happy feeling lonely, or distraught
I’m so sorry that the answers weren’t glaring in your face
And that you’re too fucking stupid to find the love you have misplaced
We sit and eat in silence
You avoid my rabid glare
You’re so damn oblivious
I found her underwear.
Asked if you were hungry in an apathetic state
Brought you back your favorite wine, the whore’s panties on your plate!
—Clary
Sarcastically Cynical 