Collaboration

The Final Stage: The End of A Long, Cold Obsession

What am I to a man like you?
But what may I ask, is a man to you?
So many questions
I know will be unanswered
Because of your careless ways

Did you know that I would suffer?
Just to be with you for one second?
Maybe you don’t, hell, maybe you do
You probably don’t care,
So whatever to you

You hate my guts
I’ll never win!
But what’s to lose?
You couldn’t care less
What happens to me!

Torture me daily
Pissing me off
I swear you’re entertained
By me
And my scoffs

Tell me, Querido,
Do you know?
This is true:
That I have possessed
Some love for you?

Maybe I’m stupid
Maybe I’m blind
I still fucking love you
Even though
I’ve failed twice!

You coax my breath
You beat me down
I’m so imperfect
So it’s nothing
I’m fine

Your face is haunting
You’re almost gone
Is it sad that I
Cannot get enough
Of you at all?

And best of all
You broke my heart
It broke like a porcelain doll
On the Night
of Broken Glass

Yet you dated my friend
And my crazy band daughter
What the hell was I thinking?
I could’ve had you
But now, why bother?

You’re of no other kind
Yet I won’t get you
I know that as fact
No stranger
Than fiction

So here are the fragments
The words I’ve wrote too
For a boy named J----
That I loved
So true

You were fake
And I was faker
I thought you wouldn’t read
But your disapproval
Makes this better

This poem is for initials
JTS
I sew myself shut
Because I have RSW
Not you, J---- S------

I’m entitled to opinions
But I won’t say anymore
You won’t ever love me
You won’t ever care
Maybe I should’ve died in the end

This was written by
The girl of troubles
Who sits in row one
Seat four
KMY