Don't read if your own genitalia makes you squirm.

[heslopian]

A Slow Decline from Sobriety into Southern Accents

You would often gut our silence
and throw it in my face,
as though I didn't feel awkward
blowing smoke up into the too-slow ceiling fan
ripping my head back down to stare at my feet. Great use of violent terms ("gut", "ripping") and passive aggression here. This verse is almost contradictory in that it uses violent images to convey something passive, but that's what makes it work. It illustrates the aggression in passive aggression.

--Made me feel terrible for not fucking you.

In the car ride back from Atlantic City
I wanted to laugh hard at your angry nose,
not daring to unhinge its dominance over the road. Why does his nose have dominance over the road? Is it an indirect way of saying that the narrator doesn't want him to turn his face away from the road and towards her?
Did you still think you were right?
(By the way, your music still sucks.)

I guess I thought about it some,
and I haven't felt bad in a long while.
You knew I was no good
and my pussy wasn't yours,
or his
or his
or his... Are these repeated lines suggesting three people, or emphasising one?

It's not despicable, honey.
Don't matter how many people I fuck--
I still ain't no goddamned slut.

The first verse is my favourite, because it's concise, evocative and smart in how it creates an effect. The rest of the poem is a bit loosely textured, but it's individual and engaging. I like the Atlantic City and "your music still sucks" details. My critique is, of course, JMHO. Thank you for the read