I caught Gnat
cheating.
caught her in it.
Not in the bed,
but enough
in the heart.
She said,
"Yea,
I ******
Jose,
so what?"
And I said,
"so what?
I love you,
and you **** me
like this?"
I wanted to hit her,
wanted to say with an open palm
that my heart
was a closed ******
That it hurt
when she forced her love in.
So Gnat left,
and I got bitter,
I drank
and drank
in that lonely apartment.
She had a good time
with
Jose,
but came back
when he was done
with
her.
So what is trouble,
but attachment?
Attachment that you can't
pry loose,
even when the loosest nails
are easy in a crowd of girls,
when the heart
is a rigid baseboard.
So, I felt happy
for a second,
then depression hit again
when we ******
and I knew
she
was
gone.
I'm saying this a thousand times,
but bitterness grows,
and when I find a good one,
I let her go,
because she might cheat,
so I cheat on her
and in conversations over verse
I let it be known.
But I miss
companionship,
true love.
Now it's ruined.
Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 11:32 PM UTC
I caught Gnat
cheating.
caught her in it.
Not in the bed,
but enough
in the heart.
She said,
"Yea,
I ******
Jose,
so what?"
And I said,
"so what?
I love you,
and you **** me
like this?"
I wanted to hit her,
wanted to say with an open palm
that my heart
was a closed ******
That it hurt
when she forced her love in.
So Gnat left,
and I got bitter,
I drank
and drank
in that lonely apartment.
She had a good time
with
Jose,
but came back
when he was done
with
her.
So what is trouble,
but attachment?
Attachment that you can't
pry loose,
even when the loosest nails
are easy in a crowd of girls,
when the heart
is a rigid baseboard.
So, I felt happy
for a second,
then depression hit again
when we ******
and I knew
she
was
gone.
I'm saying this a thousand times,
but bitterness grows,
and when I find a good one,
I let her go,
because she might cheat,
so I cheat on her
and in conversations over verse
I let it be known.
But I miss
companionship,
true love.
Now it's ruined.
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