He was perfect because we could talk,
and laugh back and forth- obviously that's what I mean by perfect.
He, was perfect
because we could talk
then he believed the Crench, the very so named by me
(was me) the she, the all so thought beloved he didn't realize,
he started to hate because all she'd do is choose out of sentences
I told you in honesty that that exists I said,
(not that I'd mind him with other girls it's his life')
but to get me confused in the midst,
over she and her force feeding her my thoughts
Well why he said would you try for me after if this is true?
I said because she does such a good job at it I feel badly for you
not because I do now feel badly for you, not anymore
It's just such a sappy good bye,
I feel for you if you were going through a tough time I thought
I didn't think you would be to just be lazy about this,
and choose her for an easy me
I couldn't see that as a possibility
but the strain in you is nothing beautiful it's just content,
you just want it whatever sounds as it, to have it
but it's not real,
not satisfied.

© Clarissa C. van Vreden

PS It is such a Deep poem