I hate you.
Almost as much as I love you.
I've been fantasizing about stabbing you in the legs the way I used to fantasize about kissing your face.
I thought that I had one person I could always count on,
I just knew you'd never betray me.
Guess I was wrong.

You broke my heart,
I want to break your spine.
You make the worst ex ever, and now you're mine.

I want to hurt you the way you hurt me.
I want to stuff glass into your arteries.
I want you to stop saying you're sorry.
I want you to invent a time machine,
So this'll never've happened.
So neither of us will've learned this lesson.

"Darling you're the world to me"
"My love, you make me so happy"
What an idiot I was to believe these things.
Now you've got me writing slam poetry
Because I figure it's better than murdering you-
And that little ***** you ****** too.

You were drunk!
You felt alone,
You were confused,
And guess who was right there to comfort you?
That's no excuse.
I sure hope going down on someone new,
Was worth throwing that rare and beautiful thing we had away.
I never knew someone could hurt me this way.
Oh and by the way, I hate you.

The truth is I never loved you the way you loved me...
It just happened that I cared more. But its okay go ahead and break my heart.
I honestly wouldn't have had it either way.

It was a nice summer's evening. Taking a stroll with my dearest friend.
Laughing and remembering the days.
Back when we were the three muskateers.
Before the world unleashed our greatest fears.
He held his breath allowing the memories to invade.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as the tears threatened.
"Where did we go wrong with her", He whispered.  "Where!", His voice broke.
I Held his hand and laid us down.
The grass overwhelming us as it wrapped itself around us. I turned to look at him, his lifeless hazel eyes showed nothing but a dark pit of pain. "Where did we go wrong Rea? Her lifeless body is burned in my memory, the sounds have stained my ears, Why am I still here, why are we still here?", He cried.
I fondled with my hair and cried, "I don't know what we did wrong. I don't even know why we're still here", my voice broke.

I want to use all the alterations, Personifications in the world to impress you.
I want to drive you insane with the oxymorons, the metaphors and the similes.
I want to use coliqual words so that I can make you think I'm extremely smart.
When really in reality I'm just average.
I want to use euphemism and lititoes to really make you think I'm that good with words.
When really in reality I have writers block yet I want to capture your attention.
I want to write an iambic tetrameter with the rhyme scheme ABAB so that you notice some part of me in my writing.
I want my words to ****** with your mind so that some part of you thinks about me...
But I have writers block, There's not much I can do to grab your attention.

Living on the poor floor
Swept up like dirt
Four children, hard life
Crying hard, they hurt

Shelves are barren
Hunger stinks
Feelings all empty
Living on the brink

We have each other
Hearts do bind
Don't look our way
Nothing to find

This is our place
Leave us alone
Nothing to see
This is our home