What the fuck!
Why now?
Why now, why now, why NOW?!
Damn it! Damn it.
damn it
Bakabakashii.
Why now?
Why ever, but why especially now?
Why are you abandoning us?
Were they just warm & pretty lies
whispered in the ears of children to lull us into
sweet & lovely dreams of things
you knew would never come true?
Damn it.
DAMN IT!
Bakabakashii!
Watashi wa baka.
Sensei Kokorono... pah!
That was just a warm & pretty lie as well.
To think that I... aishiteru.
Aishiteru, anata baka!
Or I was.
Another warm & pretty lie.
Damn it.
You can never see this.
I'll never let you.
So I can say it, daisuki, zutto.
Fuck.
Mainichi, mainichi, mainichi, mainichi!
Just warm & fucking pretty lies.
We'll do it later. We will.
Now there's no more later.
Baka. Watashi wa baka,
because aishiteru,
because I believed you,
damn it.
I wonder how long you've known
and not told us.
I wonder, were you going to tell us?
Damn it.
And now there is no more later,
damn it.
Baka.
BAKA!
And now tomorrow...
the last time...
... is it really the last time I'll ever have your class?!
...Really?...
damn it
There's no more "later" now.
Damn it!
Why did this have to happen?
Why did it have to happen now?!
Just when I was getting over this bakabakashii crush.
But I know that was another bakabakashii
warm & pretty lie.
Watashi wa baka,
anata baka.
Aishiteru,
damn it.
baka
baka
BAAAKAA!
I feel like ripping every scrap of
evidence of every warm & pretty lie that
I believed from you, or about you, to shreds.
Every picture.
Every word.
Every memory.
Aishiteru, damn it.
Why is it that I can't write you
a proper farewell poem?
One without anger, or bitterness, or...
Because it wouldn't be potent.
If I were to convince you to stay
I would have to employ every truth,
every emotion I have, and that
could be disastrous.
Because my truths hurt, damn it.
They hurt me, damn it,
because aishiteru. Damn it.
So perhaps I'll just feed you
more of your warm & pretty lies,
wish you luck,
and say...
say goodbye
No 'aishiteru's.
...Yes, I'll try.
...Yes. I will try.
Because there is no more
"Later" now.
baka
There's no more "later" now!
BAKA!!
You stole our later,
damn it!
DAMN IT!!
There is no more later anymore.
Author notes
D: Also about the same thing the other was about. Angry this time. These are not meant to be "good poetry" per se. I just wrote them. It took me four hours to write three poems, and I didn't even know it was taking that long. D: Yes, three, there is one more.
Edit: I went back through and edited it some, put more emphasis on some parts and just overall spruced it up. I really like this one, for some reason.
D: What do you think? Does it suck?
Comments
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kerushi-chan! kimi ga ichiban! きみが一番！
it does not suck, and sorry, but i was laughing while i read this. idk why. definitely not laughing at you, by no means. i like the poem. (now if i could just deduce who it is about). *L mode activate!* *sits funny, gets a plain white shirt+jeans, eats keiki* -
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thanks you guys. I'm glad you don't think it sucks, lol. And glad I could help you out, Ashley. And I think I needed to put these up here, to let go. :/
By the end of school yesterday I was pretty much "A.C." (XD) again. Imma check out your final comment and then your poem, kays? XD -
NO, it doesn't suck...
Maybe this is just because I'm getting into the whole venting style of poetry, but NO, it doesn't suck. You've got quite the ability to write things purely out of venting and they are VERY good poems. And I think you made a good point with what you're saying in this one with the repetition of the fact that now there really is no later. . . And, it's not that I'm not taking it apathetically, but I know I'm taking it somewhat better than you are so I feel like I should apologize that this is really bothering you and not so much me...I have a little thing I wrote almost a week ago I've been considering putting on here but I guess I should thank you because you putting these poems on here has made me feel like it's alright...not aying it's better than these poems are, just that I didn't wanna put a poem on here that was me venting about the end of the year (and no one in particular) But if you have the guts to put these on here, I can surely put a teeny little poem saying farewell to high school for the summer on here...you friggin muse. lol
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No it does not i like the way you entwined the two languages to express your emotions...
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