I want to burn down every Christmas tree
for bringing back these tears.
I thought it would be easier than it is.
But when that phone rang,
I knew something was going to bring me down.
When she answered, I fell apart.
[Because you should be mine.
It was written in our lives and in
the feelings that you gave me.]
Sitting on the school bus, I just
started crying.
And everyone knows that once you start
it's hard to stop.
I couldn't shake the fact that you should have been
my Christmas present.
[Because you should be mine.
It was written in the stars and in
every letter you sent me.]
And I can't let go of last year
when everything was exactly how I knew
it should be.
Goddamn Christmas lights on every tree.
They keep spelling out
what I should have recognized all along.
[Bubby, you should be mine.
It was written in our destinies and in
every song we used to sing.]
Author notes
Well zippidy-doo-dah.
Fuck Christmas. I hope that everyone who's happy right now finds something that kills their spirit. Fuck your holly jolly Christmas songs.
I'm switching to Hanukkah.
Santa, baby....
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santa baby can go crash into a building. i'm with you. i especially like the bracketed bits. sorry the guy is such a bag of shit (he is advertising this quite well all over the comments section).
bleh. shit time of the year, good poem.
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Thanks so much for your comment.
It always makes me so much happier whenever I log on and I have one from somebody.
So... glad you enjoyed it. Happy you liked it.
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i hate christmas music too...
but don't burn down the trees!!!
they need love too you know!
*hugs my ashermahleigh and christmas trees at the same time... GROUP HUG!!!*
...i hate how it makes you all sticky, though.
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Excuse me? Mind explaining to me how I'm the douche bag in this?
Oh, and also what the fuck it has to do with you?
Thanks ^_^
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Knock this shit OFF- If it was supposed to be that way, why did YOU do this?
You made your bed. Fucking lie in it. -
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don't act like a bigger douche bag than you already are.
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Love you!
But this shit is done with. I'm not goign to continue this war- the casualties are already reaching up too high. So I'm going to leave it. He can do what he wants, because God knows I can't stop him. And it's stuff like this constant battle that kills everything in the end.
I'm ready to see where we are in five years, because I bet it's gonna be funny.
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Hey fucker, you don't have to read ANYTHING of mine. I was under the impression that you no longer used AllPoetry- that's why I started posting more on here. You think I want you to know every thought that goes on inside my head? No. But it helps me to write about shit. YOU don't have to look at it. Have some goddamn self-restraint if you can't deal with the truth. Because you obviously are too afraid to call me like you promised you would. So why shouldn't you be too afraid to read my poetry, too?
Fuck off with leaving comments on my stuff if you're not critiquing, thanks.
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