It has a lot of kinks to work out before I submit it, I'm sure. But it's going to be ripped to shreds anyway, so nitpick the hell out of it if you so please. I would appreciate it 
Black borders smeared, under soaked lashes,
smudged fingertips and a vial
of glycerine. Grieving takes practice- yes,
today I won't spare the theatrics.
Oh! You'll be buried alive, your lungs
will plead for sympathy, then burst.
What a tragedy,
for you.
Asphyxiation-
ten anniversaries later. Patient cunning,
When a man's reputation
is his oxygen, it's too easy
to collect private bedroom utterances,
publicize, and lodge them in the back
of his throat.
You can thank that salty musk,
pungently lingering
on your skin each night, blotted
by our sheets. No trite attempts
even to mask it.
Like Dido, I rescued you
from shoal-studded shores, asking only
your presence. But I am no lovesick, timid girl-
there were no hesitations.
I wrote the death certificate in ink,
incendiary red.
To answer your questions this was intended to be a rant at cheaters, not men. There are internal and slant rhymes, end rhymes shouldn't be used without perfect (or almost perfect) meter or the result will be forced rhyme, which is awful. Thanks for the comments.
Black borders smeared, under soaked lashes,
smudged fingertips and a vial
of glycerine. Grieving takes practice- yes,
today I won't spare the theatrics.
Oh! You'll be buried alive, your lungs
will plead for sympathy, then burst.
What a tragedy,
for you.
Asphyxiation-
ten anniversaries later. Patient cunning,
When a man's reputation
is his oxygen, it's too easy
to collect private bedroom utterances,
publicize, and lodge them in the back
of his throat.
You can thank that salty musk,
pungently lingering
on your skin each night, blotted
by our sheets. No trite attempts
even to mask it.
Like Dido, I rescued you
from shoal-studded shores, asking only
your presence. But I am no lovesick, timid girl-
there were no hesitations.
I wrote the death certificate in ink,
incendiary red.
To answer your questions this was intended to be a rant at cheaters, not men. There are internal and slant rhymes, end rhymes shouldn't be used without perfect (or almost perfect) meter or the result will be forced rhyme, which is awful. Thanks for the comments.