Fuck you.
Fuck you for being so far away
Fuck you for making me want you
I can say it certainly is not fair,
What is this, the fucking teacup ride?
I always hated the fair.
Fishing for plastic ducks and shooting impossible targets
Seems like a setup for failure to me.
Fuck you for making me take a look at myself in the mirror
And for making me ask questions
For making me lie
And for making me tell the truth.
Why can't things be easy?
Oh yeah, that's just not how it works around here.
Fuck you for making my imagination run wild.
For casting yourself in the movies my brain constantly films
And fuck you for getting the cinematography just right.
I can't look away.
Fuck you because all I have is my imagination.
I can make you whomever I want you to be.
Fuck you for curling your hair and for having those lips
And for being comfortable with yourself around me
Fuck your small wrists and your quirky characteristics
Your eyeliner and your fingernails
Fuck your sparkling smile and your hips
And fuck you for making me want you so bad.
Fuck me.
Fuck me for yearning.
Fuck me for learning
That it's not that simple,
That nothing is set in stone,
That people are confusing as hell.
Fuck me for taking the time to write this poem
Fuck how angry it's making me
And fuck the fact that I'm writing it because of you.