If you tell me about how I need to forgive ONE more bloody time
Or about how he secretly loves me and will come back to me
Or just in general if you comment on even ONE more of my poems with freaking MORONIC advice I don't need...
I swear everyone within a five mile radius of me will die.
You do not understand half my poetry
You tell me the guy I'm writing about in my poetry loves me but didn't know how to express it to me
Honey, that poem was about a lost friend who happens to be a girl. Not a guy.
Lots of my poetry is old
I post it, retyping the words on worn pages
I tore out of old notebooks
Just little snapshots of old emotions I used to have
Fleeting feelings I once had
And captured in ink
I don't even feel that same way anymore
But you seem to be under the impression
That every poem I write is current
So don't you dare
Give me advice about situations you don't understand
I don't even WANT the guy to like me anymore!
I don't even LIKE him anymore!
I don't WANT him to prove it anymore that he likes me, you don't know what the hell you're TALKING about!
And it is not a question
It is a FACT
I don't want him
He doesn't want me
And I cannot stress this enough
I. Don't. Want. Him!
Stop giving your opinion
On things you don't even know the first thing about
Because frankly
It's just making you look
REALLY idiotic
I'm sorry this is more a rant than a poem but I had to get it out.