i am so sick.
of being made out to look
like the bad guy.
while i stand here,
with my two black eyes,
and you move out,
based on a sad lie.
you are simply
pathetic.
your whole being is
cosmetic.
your heart is quite possibly
synthetic.
and i'm no where near
apologetic.
grow the **** up,
would you?
couldn't talk it out like an adult,
could you?
well let me tell you,
should you,
ever try,
to act like you and I,
were ever anything more
than your quick goodbye,
and your ****** up reply,
when i asked you
what i
did wrong
i will look at you,
and
spit
in
your
face.