he is the
worst person
you have
ever
met
he is constantly
judging
always
making snide
remarks
always telling you
that you can be doing
better
when he talks
there is
always a sense
of acknowledged
arrogance
his steps are loud
like the rest of him
he always seems to be around.
especially when you don’t want
him to be
he knows when
one more sly remark
will do you in
(and then makes
one)
he trashes your house at parties
he eats out your fridge clean
he seduces your girlfriend and
beguiles your wife and he always
seems to be preferred by your
friends
you can’t shake him
you can’t hide from him
he knows where you are
and you know that too
he doesn’t need shadows
when you’re as paranoid
as you are
he can be in the room
and yet somehow
be hiding from you
he laughs when you scream
at him for the millionth time
he smiles as you cry
or hold back crying
he climaxes when you beg
him to stop
he will never leave you
you are born with him
and will die with him
no-one else knows he’s there
but they always suspect there’s
someone bugging you
(they know people like him
too)
he doesn’t ever leave things too
messed up
and the worst part of it all
is that he’s right
always right
always always always
right
when he whispers that
you don’t love her
he’s right
when he shows you how stupid
you were acting
he’s right
when he dances ahead of you
because you can’t keep up
he’s right
and most of all he’s right
when he tells you it’s all
your fault
you can put your fists up
but that’s worth jack-shit
he never needs to say a word
but he does anyways
(he always wins,
especially in fights)
he’ll ask you one day
what it’s like to be the
biggest **** up in the
world
you will suddenly hear
an empathic tone
in his voice
that most definitely
wasn’t there
before
what’s it like?
he asks again
and again
you hear that tremble,
that aching,
shaking,
terrible
confusion
that means he
really wants to
know
but why does he?
does he care?
does he not hate me?
does he… love
me?
he waits for your answer
“you’re not anybody,
are you?”
you’ll ask
no, he’ll say,
only what you
let me be
and from that day forth
he’ll only be a memory,
threatening to come back
if you ever let yourself
go (like you did) again
May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 4:14 PM UTC
he is the
worst person
you have
ever
met
he is constantly
judging
always
making snide
remarks
always telling you
that you can be doing
better
when he talks
there is
always a sense
of acknowledged
arrogance
his steps are loud
like the rest of him
he always seems to be around.
especially when you don’t want
him to be
he knows when
one more sly remark
will do you in
(and then makes
one)
he trashes your house at parties
he eats out your fridge clean
he seduces your girlfriend and
beguiles your wife and he always
seems to be preferred by your
friends
you can’t shake him
you can’t hide from him
he knows where you are
and you know that too
he doesn’t need shadows
when you’re as paranoid
as you are
he can be in the room
and yet somehow
be hiding from you
he laughs when you scream
at him for the millionth time
he smiles as you cry
or hold back crying
he climaxes when you beg
him to stop
he will never leave you
you are born with him
and will die with him
no-one else knows he’s there
but they always suspect there’s
someone bugging you
(they know people like him
too)
he doesn’t ever leave things too
messed up
and the worst part of it all
is that he’s right
always right
always always always
right
when he whispers that
you don’t love her
he’s right
when he shows you how stupid
you were acting
he’s right
when he dances ahead of you
because you can’t keep up
he’s right
and most of all he’s right
when he tells you it’s all
your fault
you can put your fists up
but that’s worth jack-shit
he never needs to say a word
but he does anyways
(he always wins,
especially in fights)
he’ll ask you one day
what it’s like to be the
biggest **** up in the
world
you will suddenly hear
an empathic tone
in his voice
that most definitely
wasn’t there
before
what’s it like?
he asks again
and again
you hear that tremble,
that aching,
shaking,
terrible
confusion
that means he
really wants to
know
but why does he?
does he care?
does he not hate me?
does he… love
me?
he waits for your answer
“you’re not anybody,
are you?”
you’ll ask
no, he’ll say,
only what you
let me be
and from that day forth
he’ll only be a memory,
threatening to come back
if you ever let yourself
go (like you did) again
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