names

cédrìc

i said your name a lot

because

i said chris' a lot

because

i said jeff's a lot

because

i read years ago that when you say someone's name it makes them feel valuable to you 

so, like, this was a relationship thing...

...and i realized

t felt so nice saying the name of someone i trusted

mind you, jeff was supposed to just be a best friend

but anyway

i don't know how to erase one name

jeff? feh 

you?

fuck outta here

i'm scared, cédrìc

you were gonna help me and the kids live free and happy

i don't miss YOU 

you lost every right to anything positive from me when you decided i was trying to control you from america in a romantic manner 

i hate you for that

my heart goes where it goes and it stays right where it roots if it feels enriched 

you were in my heart

but

not

like

that

but oh am i terrified right now

I CANNOT STAY IN THIS WORLD 

my heart screams...

...what ugliness it has wrought and always

and forever (i mean in the way it makes narcissists 

where do i plug up the hole i need to somehow fill

how do we live whole knowing what we love was crushed

so young it doesn't fly quite right)

control

 oh, cédric 

i don't know what this feeling is

maybe it's a sense of control

i told his brothers 

that i want them to help me 

help him

and it feels good to say

i need to work this out with love

i wouldn't want

to ask his ex-wife

if she's been abused because--just

if she hasn't she wouldn't believe me

and if she has

it just isn't necessarily something she could handle coming from me

you know?...

and i feel 

so

peaceful somewhere inside

between my heart and my stomach

but, oh, i want to run headfirst into a wall of nails

how do i ever get my love back

but

i started this long ago so he would never let me back

oh, why, why

i don't care if i'm not safe there

all i want is the sun 

eden

oh, cédric

you know...

...i never told you, did i 

...did i?--

--oh, i 

oh, but anyway

you didn't know...i wanted to be celibate

and that was what hurt me so much about dee

i wanted to find out, but i wanted to abstain wholly unless i could trust him with my heart, head, and body 

because

i cannot be with someone 

unless somehow i can live inside myself

with 

did i say his name is chris

because, oh, my panic

oh

i'm scared 

oh

oh, cédric

what do i do

if they won't help

he's an addict and i think

he's looking for a rush

i have lots of evidence that points to that but

cédric 

he chose from Feast of Love how to 

no, no

i can't 

oh

he chose

me

not because i was cool and artistic 

that was what distracted him

that was what surprised him

that was what made him start to fall for me

i'll never forget that day

but

he snapped back and went right into total sex domination mode

and i have never 

felt

like i can be with another man--it's just

i thought that loving him meant finding someone to pretend i loved

and dee, i mean

he was impressed with my art

but, oh, tenderly helping me clean up the vomit after he forced himself too deep into my throat when i was too closed off 

like, i learned in NYC

to love giving head instead of the look of shock

when i BIT

and if i get into someone i give head so wholly into it

that i

cum doing it

but my kids' dad never

oh, you know

when i told him i don't do white guys (that is what i think i must never have told you)

oh

seven years of danger

but

oh...cédric 

the towel was lime 

the vomit stained it and dee was so happy

he is a BOY

no 28yo man really believes making a woman vomit during head

is the desired outcome--

--and dee has been accused of sexual assault before

or, i suspect

as he is so afraid of social media and of women lying 

and sharing his name 

convicted

cédric 

thank you

but oh

i went right to chris, i was so horrified you thought

i

wanted

you

i loved, loved, loved you

i loved showing you me

i loved that you were able to admit you didn't know much about sex

that you asked about things that seemed dark to you

but, cédric 

only chris, i think, could have understood

i kinda do sex therapy for free

in whatever form a man needs that i agree to accommodate

i thought chris would understand me

silence

 i just go silent about what hurts me sometimes

and with you i was FURIOUS

i HATED you and maybe 

still

i can still get my revenge

because better you

than my love

and i

can't

fucking

stand

you

NO WOMAN WANTED YOU i read it all

all of it

and it was hard to read and the past you won't discuss is so dark and so sad

and you write so like i do

our young selves were so like each other inside

and, look

you have such intriguing, intense cheekbones

your chin is so strong

you're striking

but, cédric 

apparently

i love men who want to hurt me

orgasm time!

origin

 (of love, maybe, hedwig&the angry inch would argue)--

--i needed you as a friend

not as a man who was gonna say i want him

i only want one

and, cédric

i know he wants to hurt me

but something in me

is all melted in his cup

FURY

cédric 

fuck it

once you asked me to move 

yeah

i Googled you and 

FUCK YOU

i don't know if i'd get used to your face enough

so STOP YOUR FUCKING LIES

to yourself

and the reason i said "i'm so very sorry" those two times

FUCK YOU

were not about pretending to be so caring i could destroy you later

it was that i'm in love with someone

--you said you didn't quite understand "besotted" and needed me to explain--

--and the way i looked at you, yes

it reminds me of the way i looked at him--

but, cédric

i was scared that if you misunderstood 

you'd start threatening and switching things around on me

like 

chris

i was so happy you were halfway around the world

but then i was so happy you asked me to be a poet in real life again

i didn't mind meeting 

--and then you asked why i'd commit hara kiri, and i got scared again--

--thinking you wouldn't understand "oh, it's just a way of expressing embarrassment at having to explain what besotted means"--

so i said "i'm so very sorry"

again....

chris thought i was being mean when i asked, "what's your venmo? i'll pay for your beard's funeral," and

we ended that night 

and i accidentally hurt him too

i was blinded by tears and switching between him and my friend dan

screaming about how his cock looks just like my serial abuser's--who raped and abused me, and beat me, and even almost killed me just because he wanted to run up the hill to the football field with me over his shoulder one night--

almost snapped my neck--

only the colors are different--

and was texting him instead of dan just being heartbroken 

and said something i shouldn't have

i'll never forget hurting him

and, cédric 

when i asked him to shave his beard

you know it was that i was scared that i'd see my dad with him on top of me

but he didn't know, of course

so, fuck, cédrìc

i was HAPPY that you wouldn't find out

that i can't let another man touch me--

--and when you helped me accept that dee had coerced me into the blowjobs

there's something you'll never know

--something--

about chris

and my mouth

i loved you so much until you decided

i loved you

like

that

I AM ME

I CHOOSE

I CHOSE TWO YEARS AGO

and you...i would have tried, if you had wanted me to

but...MY CHOICE IS CELIBACY

the reason i didn't want to give head to dee so immediately, maybe never 

is

I CHOSE TWO YEARS AGO

nobody was supposed to hurt my body 

and take chris away from me

i was so, so, so good...

...i didn't write this as a scathing essay and post it to your fucking boss's site

and all your YouTube poems

oh, the FURY

i had to bite it back

(thank chris for that. he's the No Revenge OG

and i am a mere guru)