Those few nights when you held my
[well,
all I let you hold was barely my attention]
were all little ashen lies
and for once,
I am not the liar.
Mr. Donotletlovepassby,
I wasn’t thrown into Hell
to become a saint.
I couldn’t help but discover some tricks.
Dagger-tipped teeth
are such a statement this time
of year.
I let them shine each time
that I realize the last words you let out were
“goodnight, sweetheart”.
Oh, yes;
I am a sweetheart, mister.
picking out fools like you is my hobby.
You can take your six years.
I’ll keep my new found sanity.
Author notes
5 October 2009
I love knowing what's going to happen before it does.
Mister, I told you that you would do this to me.
Luckily, I didn't invest a thought toward pursuing you as well.
I kept my mind; therefore, I win.
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i liked this, i liked the way you set it out
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Thanks.
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? i expect a full explanation on sunday, madam
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Haha, I can give you one right now.
This whole poem shouldn't be taken really serious. XD
That guy, Erwin [24-year-old] kept talking to me for days about dating me and not letting a special relationship pass you by. I actually stayed up talking to him a couple times, because he would randomly call [and those times I actually thought he was Sean, just like that whole Charlie situation].
I told him about how I don't want a relationship right now, due to Austin. He went on and on about not giving up on relationships. I opened up a little to him on stuff I probably shouldn't have, but did anyway, and told him that every time I get close to someone they tend to fall away within a short amount of time [example: Jonathan]. He was like, "no, no, I'm not that person...ect."
Turns out, I was right.
I freaking win on picking out people's intentions.
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