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Kilam TA Aug 2017
Fck you for encouraging me to take out more than I needed
F
ck you for not explaining the difference between subsidized and unsubsidized
Fck you for judging my eligibility based on my parent’s income and not my own
F
ck you for pretending to look out for my best interest
Fck you for making me decide on whether to pay you, or go to the hospital
F
ck you for harassing me via phone and email
Fck you for transferring my loans to a different company
F
ck you for asking for money back BEFORE I graduated
Fck you for asking for money AFTER I graduated with NO job
F
ck you for asking for MORE money after I got a job
Fck you for transferring my loans to a different company (again)
F
ck you for suggesting a 30year repayment plan
Fck you for the high interest rates that negate the payments I was able to make
F
ck you for adjusting my repayment plan without my consent
Fck you for suggesting a lower monthly payment as I crept toward full repayment
F
ck your shoes with the belts on them (Boondocks)
And Fck Donald Trump
This is America sucka. The land of the free, and home of the brave
Not the sea of debt and house of enslavement
So, F
ck you from the bottom of my heart, and if you call me again I’m gonna slap the sh*t out of you
Goodbye forever
explicit language.
Fck you for hurting me when you promised you never would.

F
ck you for being so inconsiderate.

Fck you for not trying to fix us, instead, leaving.

F
ck you for not being my friend after, like you said you would be.

Fck you for moving an hour away.

F
ck you for making all my favorite songs, TV shows, and movies make me think of you.

Fck you for being my dream.

F
ck you for my whole family knowing and talking about you like it doesn't hurt.

Fck you for being okay without me.

F
ck you for making me fall in love with you.
Sorry for strong language, and sorry it's not exactly a poem, just felt important and poetic to me a bit.
Nikita  Aug 2018
F*ck me over
Nikita Aug 2018
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
The Good Pussy Feb 2015
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   flying flying  ck **** ****   flying flying
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                            ck **** ****  
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It's  a bird,  it's  a plane  - no, it's  a ****!
Edna Sweetlove  Mar 2015
Fuck Off
Edna Sweetlove Mar 2015
This poem has a message....


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                        u             ck           O
                       f              f                F
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Humour
zoie marie May 2018
and i don't even know if i want to kiss your lips or just your skin
because i'm
     falling
       falling
         falling
           falling
         falling
       falling
     falling
but i don't want to hit the ground again.
are you sure your arms can hold the weight of my love when it's wrapped in wet clothes?
and are you sure it's the best idea to take this where the wind goes?
i'm not yet sure if love is a real thing
it's just a
   beautiful
  fictional
deadly
play,
and you still kiss me like i'm sane
but i know it's all just another game
so don't be surprised if i refuse to participate.
and you're like a
         cynical
           patronizing
             inconsiderate
           impartial
         callous
song,
but your vicious words still gently drag me along.
and i'm not sure if you're really toxic
or it's just all in my head.
because
i love you
love you
ove you
ve you
e you
you
ou
u
or maybe i love when you're in my bed.
there's a difference between someone telling you they love you and them actually loving you
i haven't figured it out yet though

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