I hate her and him,
they look so perfect together,
it makes me sick!
I guess I didn't give enough to her,
the bitch took all that I was,
after all what more did she want?!
I was happy for fucks sake,
then it all blew up in my damn face,
like fucken TNT on crack.
Staring down a barrel of a gun
was not what i had in mind,
still it's better than looking at her.
I wont pull the trigger,
at least not on myself.
Still sometimes life doesn't work,
so you have to put up with shit and walk away,
or just kill the mother fucker who screwed it up!!!
Author notes
i'm just pissed off people.
>.> do what you want.
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Was this written for the "itch" written about in your first poem? I loved the TNT on crack line.lol
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yeah that's her. well was her. i am married now and i am happy with my wife.
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I've read three of your poems so far, and I wouldn't read your poems for certain moods I'm in, but presently I have a DGAF attitude and this hit the spot. The part I esp. liked is this:
Staring down a barrel of a gun
was not what i had in mind,
still it's better than looking at her.
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yeah my peoms are a little. . .dark and excesive as i have been told.
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Awesome to no end!!!! It's just that i felt this way plenty of times and i didn't know how to write it down or say it and you KILLED it!!! awesome job
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thank you.
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no problem at all i LOVED it!
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