hi --
i know i tore your heart out
and threw it on the floor
but come on-- it's not like
i've never done that trick before.
i'm a jerk, it's true--
a b*tch (an insensitive one, too)
but hey, what can ya do.
so why are you so surprised
and for like the fifth or fiftieth time, too?
so, good buddy, quit being pissed--
there's something quite funny here (that maybe you missed).
and i know you'll forgive me, just like last time
(and the fifty times before)
'cause all i have to do is smile and promise
that i won't do it anymore.
'cause that's my function-- the process i learned--
to burn and keep burning, lest i too be burned
sorry you got caught up in the flames...
(and had your heart thrown on the floor)
but hey, good buddy, what are friends for.
Author notes
The sad thing is that we can be good friends to bad people and bad friends to good people. This is basically about treating good, forgiving friends like total crap (something I tend to excel at). And I know everything's in lower case -- I was lazy and wrote it like that, but then I decided I liked it that way (just this once). The meter is weird and the rhyme scheme is odd, but I wasn't going for conventional or traditional...was just one of those weird things you end up writing every now and then.
Written October 27th, 2005
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I've been on both sides of this poem a few times. I sort of like the lowercase lettering as well, though most of the time I hate it. The flow of this poem felt a little rough to me. Some of the lines are really long while others are pretty short. I don't feel that it took too much away from the poems' meaning though. Later days.
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holy s@#$!!! that poem is kick ars!youvegot a real talent, dont stop...writinig
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