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His Fires, Not Mine

My apology is doused
In kerosene that you poured
Such a victum you play
and sucha villan you make me
As if I knew what he said
To be the lies you revealed
And the ground shook
with the anger of knowing
That we were played like instruments
But you still accuse
Oh how you accuse
Almost mocking you laugh at me
And play with locks of his hair
Silly girl you knew and cheated
Stupid boy he lied and left me for jaded
So now I have a half burning apology
because when the smoke clears
Maybe you'll see
I got burned when he used our words
To start the fires
That leave the worst blame to me
And I lick my wounds cautiously
In case i overlooked a scar
I apologize for being his puppet
And I apologize for going so far
But the slits on our wrist
are his fault my dear
So why are you laying in his car

Author notes

He played her. He played me. He lied to her about me, And lied to me about her. Yet I get blamed as if i knew what was going on..........well thats just maddeningly unfair.

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  • Systems Malfunction
    January 8, 2008

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    Wow. Thats quite the f-ed up situation you were in. Quite horrible. Well done poem though. I enjoyed it. It was unique in a subject that so many fill with cliches. Good work.


  • realist07
    January 7, 2008

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    ok this has nice methphores nice work not what am use too but over nice as well keep up the nice work


  • Envelope
    January 7, 2008

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    ahh the joys of relationships, i hope sarcasm isn't lost on you in this hectic state, i liked the metaphors in this, "played like sintruments"? pretty much, that's how so many go through their lives, manipulating other, having them dance to their own tune, woe is the musician who creates music out of greed, He'll get what's coming, either from a speeding bus, or an angry gerbil...i gurantee it


  • Paulies Cracker
    January 5, 2008

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    wow.... i'm completely lost for words.... this was just amazing... thanks so much for entering... i wish you the best of luck!!!!!


  • dark melody
    January 4, 2008
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    i hope you win

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