Don't Bother Calling Home

(Loosely based on Bunny Corcoran and Henry Winter from The Secret History) 

And your words came back

Against my skin

Against my hips

And the screams stayed in my throat

‘til I died

‘til you buried me in that hard dirt grave

And did you ever look at my pale, cold body

And wonder if you could have loved me

If you could have accepted my love

If I was a girl

If there was a right body for me

And I will wait, I'll wait, I'll wait for you, 

I want you with me

With me

With the real fucking me

So don't cry

Don't scream

Don't even bother coming here anymore

Don't even worry about it

Don't even bother pretending you could even love

You always used to get high at the worst fucking times

You'll die, just as you did to me

And I hope it's the same violent way that you murdered me

Don't call

I'm not home anymore

And it's your fault, it's your fault, 

You pushed me too damn far

So I hope, some day

When we meet somewhere in the pits of hell 

I’ll look right

Right enough for me

Right enough for you

Right enough that you can love me

And I hope in that painful hell

You'll protect me from the fire

And kiss my forehead

Just one more fucking time

And will you

Will you

Will you

Will you ever love me again? 

After what you've done

Was I ever good enough for you?