I didn't want to believe them;
I wished to maintain my faith
in who I thought she was;
I was proven wrong.
Oh, so very wrong.
Over and over again.
They were right about her
and I should have listened
instead of assuming I knew her.
Word spreads much like a wildfire:
"Drunk on Ego and rather mean,"
I fear they were right about her.
"Narcissistic **** of a basket case,"
I should have listened to every word.
"Fun, until you get too close and start to care,"
it seems they knew how it goes;
"Gets under another to get over herself"
Okay, to be fair,
on one hand
everyone needs a rebound sometimes,
but,
on the other hand,
she never stops bounding
from one
to the next
to the next
and back
then to the next
and et cetera
ad infinitum;
both behind your back
and right to your face.
That ****
will never be the same;
sure glad it's not mine
to maintain.
Such a shallow temptress.
Such a public Temple.
That ****
will never be the same;
sure glad she's not mine
to entertain.
I covet not her Temple,
for few exist more heavily trafficked
that don't charge palpable admission
for maintenance; unless, of course,
that's where the copious volumes of ***** come in.
Word seems to spread
quicker than her legs
for her latest fancy,
which is really no small feat.
Word seems to get around,
just as what's said of the fair Strumpet;
and, unfortunately but unsurprisingly,
they are ******* right about her.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
I didn't want to believe them;
I wished to maintain my faith
in who I thought she was;
I was proven wrong.
Oh, so very wrong.
Over and over again.
They were right about her
and I should have listened
instead of assuming I knew her.
Word spreads much like a wildfire:
"Drunk on Ego and rather mean,"
I fear they were right about her.
"Narcissistic **** of a basket case,"
I should have listened to every word.
"Fun, until you get too close and start to care,"
it seems they knew how it goes;
"Gets under another to get over herself"
Okay, to be fair,
on one hand
everyone needs a rebound sometimes,
but,
on the other hand,
she never stops bounding
from one
to the next
to the next
and back
then to the next
and et cetera
ad infinitum;
both behind your back
and right to your face.
That ****
will never be the same;
sure glad it's not mine
to maintain.
Such a shallow temptress.
Such a public Temple.
That ****
will never be the same;
sure glad she's not mine
to entertain.
I covet not her Temple,
for few exist more heavily trafficked
that don't charge palpable admission
for maintenance; unless, of course,
that's where the copious volumes of ***** come in.
Word seems to spread
quicker than her legs
for her latest fancy,
which is really no small feat.
Word seems to get around,
just as what's said of the fair Strumpet;
and, unfortunately but unsurprisingly,
they are ******* right about her.
DISCLAIMER:
I care very very little for use of the word ****
but I care even less for the object of this write
and I feel it is warranted in this context
(in referring to the body part as well as the quality of one's character)
and I reserve it as my right as an artist to express my thoughts purely,
even through quite impure language.
While I apologize if that word particularly offends you,
I don't apologize for my expression of my ascertainment of my headspace.
That said;
GET OUT OF MY HEAD, YOU ******* *****
Ok. I'm better now. :)
Sorry for the patches of dark and angry stuff I keep posting.
I don't enjoy creating it, but it is deeply cathartic if I don't hold myself back, and moreover if I share it and get feedback, or even just acknowledgement.
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