You say thank you for telling me,
then you go off on me.
Fucking brilliant plan buddy.
Best fucking plan ever.
You tell me to be safe.
I tell you to get spent.
You tell me you care.
I tell you that I have been lied to before.
You tell me not to get hurt.
I tell you that is a job, not my life.
You tell me to keep my promises.
I say I only keep the ones my FRIENDS give me.
Thanks for fucking things up today,
you made me feel so much better.
But it is my turn to lie now.
I love you.
Author notes
Ok, yeah, I am kinda pissed at me buddy,
he is dumb.
AND SO
I write this to keep me from stoning him.
Cause I think that would be fun.
Oh well.
This is my angst.
And no,
I do not hate him,
I am just really effing ticked off.
Comments
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I really like this poem. The form works perfectly. Hope you felt better after writing it...it's an eloquent "rant".
Sincerely,
Camille Morin
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this is good.,...really good
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