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Roxanne Pepin Jun 2010
Sick of flies,
Sick of lies,
Sick of making alibis.

Sick of bones,
Sick of drones,
Sick of being alone.

Sick of truth,
Sick of this roof,
Sick of youth.

Sick of smiles,
Sick of exiles,
Sick of beguiles.

Sick of frowns,
Sick of small towns,
Sick of breakdowns.

*Sick of you,
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin Jun 2010
Life goes on, you'll be
Reaching for your place.
Everything you wish for
And deserve captures your attention,
A challenge so though it might take a while.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin Jun 2010
And this might be the end of me,
Though not deliberately,
It may be accidentally,
Or it may be coincidentally.
Keep in mind,
I would have liked you entirely.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin Jun 2010
Building up the anticipation,
Never letting is show,
Why would I want you to know,
When this will probably just blow over,
I'll chase you away,
Unintentionally, like I do everybody,
Why would I want you to know,
Yet again,
Maybe it would be a good thing,
You might just realize why I do the things I do.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin Jun 2010
Dear Cancer,

I write this letter with nothing but sincerity and honesty. I think it’s time to say that no one likes you. And you should go the **** home. You’ve caused nothing but unpleasantness and to state the truth, you were never welcome here, or anywhere. You’ve successfully decayed our humour and allow us to frequently use indecent and ****** words. For the futur, keep in mind that you will never be greeted with a smile or the slightest salut. You will forever be cursed upon, as I am cursing you now. You’re the best at ruining lives, and you’re even better at causing misery than you are at tearing out hearts. I’ve got the last words this time. *******, you will not ruin her.

Sincerely,
I hate you.
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin Jun 2010
And so after I'd broken up with you,
And ran out of reasons why,
You told me I was the most
Decided and self-assured person,
You'd ever known.

Well I'll tell you what,
If that's truly what you thought,
You didn't deserve to be with me anyway.
New flash: I've yet to meet a more
Unclear, unsettled, indefinite
And undecided person
Than **I
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
Roxanne Pepin Jun 2010
And tell me why,
Why does my eye,
My eye treats you like a magnet,
A magnet that is the centre,
The centre of the earth,
The earth that holds us all,
All of us and why,
Why you?
© Roxanne Pepin 2010
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