When we were together, an item you would say.
You would give me a box full of tasks to do
for when you went away.. I have to admit
that I found them rather boring, tedious
in fact.. It wasn't all my own work, the
Internet played a huge part.. those
goodbye tears,, didn't come from the
heart. I often wondered what I would
feel like if you never came back..
Apples made of clay, stories about
this n that. Going out in the car
wearing nothing but a blind fold,
driven in total darkness in the
freezing cold..what were you
thinkin, I've come to the
conclusion you never did..
candle lit dinners, no words
to be broken.. silence was
some times utter bliss..
Don't do this and don't do
that.. wear this, I made
it for you, lookin back
I must've looked a complete
twat! Funny though these
lines may sound... for
some godforsaken reason,
I actually hung around.
I'm not mouthin off, I
guess you tried your
best... I wonder how
your new boyfriend fares.
I assume he's still around
or is he some one else who
finally found out your
simple mind, maybe he
too has left?! I really
am so happy now, my life
is full of glee.. it's
me, my bike.. this man,
we're so happy us three.
I did myself a favour..
when I decided you'd
bored me to death..
And now I believe you
too have left him, or
did he throw you out?!
Life has it's way of
giving back in return
what you took away..
I'm only glad I realised
what I knew back then.
Everything is gone
now, nothing of you
is here.. I smile
and often think..
of how now I really
feel. I have my friends
around me, the one's who
actually care..would
do absolutely anything
for me.. yeah.. they
really do care. I'm
sitting here smiling
cuz I have found
my path in life..
I don't use people
and when I'm done,
I don't spit them
out. I love my life
..my family, my new
car.. and all that
is mine and his..
I love and adore.
This poem suddenly
sprung into my
head, but it's late
I really must go to
BED!!! ;)))))))
6 comments:
The above was me. * typoes*
OMG! You're so hired to write my next break up /fuck you!
I will require more blood and gore though but I LOVED this [as I know what it took for you to get here ] so just let me say :
HIT HER WITH YOUR CLIT!
Poetic justice.
HAHAHAHA
UBS ~ I love toast with butter and black chaerry jam on a Sunday morning listen to classic FM, whilst sittin here digestin my chewed toast, sifting out the dead sunflower seeds from my almost new teeth... then suddenly (like a black cloud forming) I read this and startin to laugh... and laugh ...(you got it) and laugh... goddamnnear choked to death...laughing... yeah I have come a long way... and in a way I'm so happy that she is having such a wonderful time (lookin for a newplace-time to think about who she might actually have left she can call a true friend) cuz I'm pretty sure she's runnin out of such folk... I was a true friend... god was I that fuckin thick? NO I was not... Hit her with my clit? Flatten the fuckin bitch ya mean...Oh can I? Lol
Indi
xxx
My next bottle of wine is to you and this poem!
Muah!
xoxoxo
-The Savage
Indi
You have such a way with words. I could see the way you say Thank You and the part of how glad you are that they are gone. Most importantly to know you have remained true to yourself.
PY
Savvy ~ I'm kinda hoping that you have more than one bottle of wine, I have quite a thirst. Thank you my dear friend...
Indi
xxx
PY ~ I have been there done most of it and thankfully can't remember most of it... that's for my drunken nights... as for my sordid past life with the blond midget.. alll has gone and I can honestly say 'good ridence.' I have remained true to 'me' I have still my sanity... I have a life and intend livin it... I have friends too... many friends, sorry for going on.. and thank you.
Indi
xxx
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