I once figured you were the feeling in my chest from the music's kick drum, Now I just realized that you were the cause of the twisted lyrics. The drum was my heart, And I'm leaving before you can rip it apart. You had your chance, You ****** it over for "romance" And don't get me wrong He's a great guy, But I wonder what he would do if he knew how sly, How ******* sly and devious you were being, I wonder how many romantic lines you were repeating to both of us. "I adore you" "I adore you" Just like the phrase you repeated "It'll **** you." Every **** day of the week, You told me smoking would **** me, So I extinguished the cigarette, And noticed the bad taste in my mouth. I gave it up for you. I gave it all up for you. But as I see you two, Your eyes dart to me, For some sort of ******* sympathy? You ****** me over so don't look to me. I reach in my pocket, And grab a cigarette, I turn away, And light it up. I'm extinguishing our flame, And now seeing your face leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I hope you see how better I'm doing without you next week.
Poems she'll never read, but are therapeutic to write. My 3:00 a.m writings are way too sloppy.