the night is syrup
stuck in unmoving maple
measured molasses

I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you
You make my blood boil
You make my fists clench
My eyes squint
into a scowl
when I see your smug smile
lips curled
teeth bared
slandering my name
Go on ahead!
I know I am not to blame
for all the late nights of confusion
and all the moments of obsessive intrusion
You twist the story
say I'm no better
Leaving on my doorstep
a grammatically incorrect letter
Ah, nothing makes my skin crawl
more than the improper use of "you're"
"your a liar"
"you never take responsibility for you're actions"
God, I don't know where I ever found attraction!
You can condemn me all day to hell
but at least I know how to ******* spell!
You say that I make you absolutely sick
doesn't mean much coming from a
wannabe preppy pretense of a *****
Delete my number from your phone
Get a life and leave me alone
Stop penciling paragraphs
full of mean and spite
saying you don't know how I sleep at night
Well, the joke's on you
I don't actually sleep
And I don't miss your stupid Jeep
I literally have my own.
Again, put down your phone
and pick up a book
because being a *******
isn't exactly a fallback career
You got that? Have I made it clear?
You can go assassinate my character
to your nonexistent group
I'll just be ranting to my poet friends
on an online website everyone can see....
oops

melted in misery
battered in blue
pitted in pain
since the day i met you
folded in falsities
sifted in sad
cut in confusion
didn't know it was bad
whisked up in woe
diced in despair
garnished in grief
but it's not like i care

☆
silver
tinsel wrap
ped around the
christmas tree in the
living room and glass bau
bles hanging from the branch
es with white lights woven in be
tween such a soothing sight to see as
i start my early morning with some pepp
ermint coffee and i just love these december
days
with
the
tree