It's Complicated

 Saw the relationship status
Before the block,
"It's complicated"...
This was a little more
Than half a year ago
Since I went no contact...
She had a few regular fuckboys,
And one she wanted 
To "be the one"
(That was the "complicated" one)...
No surprise though
That she still wanted
To have sex with me,
The ex-husband...
Variety was her thing...
Love was the drug...
And, I suppose,
She thought sex was like
Methadone for love addicts...
I'd fallen for it
When she proposed...
Matching ring finger tattoos
(Bad idea)...
But
The status update 
Wasn't complicated...
It was quite simple...
It was a matter of supply...
Search "narcissistic supply"
And you'll get the idea...
Sex or drama...
Someone to accuse, abuse,
Love-bomb, or ignore...
Depending on the day,
Or the hour,
Or the minute...
Everything was textbook accurate...
If you flipped through the pages,
Everything would fit...
Every action would illustrate
Everyday psychological epiphany...
The obvious heart
That lacks any real heart...
Just an outline 
In white tape
Like a crime scene...
"It's complicated..."
No, no it's not...
Certain patterns of behavior
Like the way a dog walks in circles
Before lying down...
Predictable...
The way a cat
Will press its cheek bones
Against your hand or face...
Marking its territory...
Adding you to its inventory of belongings...
These things that went on
Long before me,
These patterns of behavior,
Will continue
After I'm long since
Gone...
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