I fell hard for a boy once
against better judgement
I trusted
and I folded myself into halves
scoring the crease each time
I would ask for something
spit back in my face
each time
Going to bed too early
Him pulling on my shirt when I said no

I suppose to the other girls
I’m a flirt
and I get the good ones 
and something about me 
turns them evil

Because that good guy loved me
or liked me
or wanted to kiss me
I failed the sacred grace
of giving into the blessing.

I was the soulless one
cracking sweethearts
with my mortal attention.

I was the tease,
the prude,
and the whore.

I made them crumple
like good men do
I made them shatter
like good men do
when faced with a witch like me.

Why not follow suit, girls?
When the good man won’t pick you.

I’m the one manipulating.
I’m the evil root.

I made his heart sore.
I played with his affection.

I’m sorry, boys.
I am.

It is the men,
I can’t forgive.