I'm sitting at home,
I've been sitting at home,
trying to breathe,
or just inhale
after your betrayal-
How you left me for dead
even after what you said-
Even after all the shit
you perfectly said,
I thought we were on a team
but I guess it's just a dream.
You're a fucking fake
and I'm glad I saw right through the seams
that were holding you up-
That had held you up.
I'm a non-believer now
of the things i once thought-
All the things you taught,
but you're not a fuckin' teacher.
I don't wanna hear your preaches!
Get the fuck out now,
get the fuck out now.
I've been dreaming of when
times were better than this
but you were never what I wanted
So why all these fuckin' feelings?
I'm so sick of you
and all the escapades you say.
I had no problems not getting jealous
but you tore my heart out anyway!
Unexpectedly,
I never know what to think.
My standards fall lower
for you, what do you want?
Fuckin' hate me, baby,
at least that's better
than your name.
Those four letters with the B
at the front- You're a cunt.
What do you want me to say?
That you really hurt me
after that fucked-up day?
I guess I've just been busy
thinking maybe if I set
the bar lower further
you won't have any success
with making me feel
like a god-awful mess!
But, somehow
you really do it-
I don't know what the fuck to do.
I think that everything is fine,
I really, truly do,
at least, in the moment,
but give it a day or two,
and I'm on the floor in pieces.
I'm on the floor in pieces!
Try sobering up,
or something less pathetic.
Look at you, no better,
You've been nothing but a headache!
You've done nothing but be a headache,
and it's probably for the best
if you go on ahead
with those traveling plans,
'cause I don't wanna see your car
in my fuckin' driveway.
You're a dangerous child
and I heard it's quite rude
to compete against kids-
At least on the same level
where you feel threatened.
So, please, go find
another poor guy's time
to waste for the better
part of your own life!
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the Dawning of Rage (poetry)
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