Cliché's

And as you spill out
Those cliché song lines,
Those movie quotes
And bring up the bile of loves gone past..

I’ll throw up all your lies,
Vomit over those songs
We used to call our own.

I’m not going to blame this on you,
For this is just MY reaction,
My own thoughts,
And my fault.

So this isn’t your fault.
But it’s not my fault,
You're sick and demented.

It’s not my fault,
You need Help,
It’s not my fault,
You screwed up.

I’m not saying I’m flawless,
But two rights,
Don’t make a wrong.

And letting me believe
As you poured out your lies..

I’ll tip your head back,
So you can suffocate,
Drowning on your own,
Misinterpretations.

Author notes

I had to get this out. I refuse to cry over soemone so sick and twisted and... mentally unwell. it's very personal.. tear the poem to pieces all you like, but any negative comments on the content and you will be blocked from page after a possibly offensive IM from me.
Written November 2nd, 2006