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Oct 2011
I wasted my words
I wasted your ears
I wasted my time
learning all your likes and fears

I've wasted some sunrises
and
I've wasted some sunsets
and
If I could drink them
I'd get wasted
on my own regrets

I wasted your soft skin
you wasted my touch
but I guess to you
it doesn't matter too much

Because you're on
to the next one,
and I'm left right here
thinking thoughts full of sorrow
and sharing them with my beer

I wasted your glistening body
I wasted your ***
In my head I was wasted
about the future,
like a house with a yard
and just two pets.

I wasted your lips
you wasted your lies
but I don't wish you harm
or hope that
anyone in your family
dies

No, if I find a wishbone
this one thing I'll truly wish
that the next guy you ****
has something
very itchy
on his ****.
david badgerow
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david badgerow  29/M/Florida
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