-conference room with everyone in it, with a stage and a mike where I stand-
Yes, may I have your attention?
-glares at you with a stare to ****-
Mmmhm bish im talkin 'bout you.
Yes, you da ***** sitting up front dere like you own da place.
Well sorry to pop your bubble, but you don't.
-rolls eyes and begins to pace-
You see, you have been convicted of two crimes.
One being leading all these fine gentlemen here on.
Two being dumping their sorry *** for a lame excuse like,
"I'm not ready for a relationship."
"Sorry, it's not you, it's me."
"Umm... I don't like you like that. Friends?"
-all the guy nod in agreement-
Now what I'm saying here,
is if you start kissing up their ***,
laughing and flirting and hanging out with EVERY ******* ***** GUY IN THIS VERY ROOM how do you expect them NOT to like you, with you ***** all shoved in their faces and sitting on their laps and ****?
-looks at you meaningfully-
Don't deny it. You are guilty.
And then, when they go so far to love more your abs and that junk you got their on you chest, to actually love your - next few words dripping with sarcasm- charming, sweet, playful personality that's in fact all an act, you can not just go and break their bountiful hearts in two.
-matter of fact face at you-
Now, you see all these once innocent boys? Look at their sorrow faces, they have experienced you wrath -smile- and have experienced unnecessary hurt.
-pout, and points at a boy in the back-
You see that boy all the way in the back, sulking but yet still staring at you with the longing of a lost puppy? Yeah, that right there is my best friend. You have took his vulnerable scarred heart, took it, grilled it on an open fire (very dangerous, mind you), chewed it to little pieces and inserted your saliva in it, spit it out, and shoved it down his throat.
Again here I am, still another innocent bystander hurt by something you didn't even directly do to me! He hasn't been the same since you. He's changed, molded to fit your shape. When you come around, he wraps his body for you, becomes a ******* to everyone but you, smiles, flirts with just you, ignores everyone else. And when you leave?
-chuckles a menacing and sadistic chuckle, a dead look of terror in my eyes-
He turns into something you've never seen, lies spew out of his mouth like wild fires, spreading to every single ******* tree, all his friends? Still there, 'cause we love him, but he's left us. All he sees, all he wants, everything is about you. Your his world you see and yet you took that world and destroyed it with a meteorite, big enough to compare to the big bang.
Now see us, as we try to control his lashes, to consume our tears back, and to not be hurt. I am dying inside, little by little, by seeing him trying and trying to no use, useless. I love him, I really do, and your basically punching me in the gut every time I see you with him, knowing you are no good for him and only gonna maul his heart like a beast. Just stop with the lame excuses,
-says in a snarky voice- "I'm not ready for a relationship."
'cause you just made out with a guy a week ago, you smear your lipstick all over his face. Dafuq with you mother-******* ****** excuses! and you tell me you hate dem ******. Well you should be hatin' on yourself then.
And here we are, everyone hurtin' through the radiation you have spread. Here's a suggestion: why don't you ******* go take all of your ******* and shove it up your left nostril!?!? EH??? NOW ISN'T THAT A GOOD IDEA? MAYBE YOU WILL FEEL JUST A MINISCULE BIT OF THE PAIN EVERYONE IS FEELING!
DON'T GO ACTING ALL PURE AND **** LIKE YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING, CAUSE YOU DID. YOU'VE HURT MUST PEOPLE I KNOW AND HAVE IN SOME WAY INFLUENCED EVERYONE. BACK UP OR I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M GONNA DO TO YOU, HOPEFULLY SOMETHING LEGAL BUT I DOUBT IT.
-hurls something at you, stomps of stage lividly, and turn around right before i leave-
AND ***, DONT PLAY ANYMORE.
-throws one finger up, turns around, and walks out-
something new, im just really ******. basically theres this gurl in my grade who practically gathers a herd of devoted boys to her and then ******* breaks each of their hearts one at a time and act all surprise that they like her... and it affects others too. just mad ******... sorry its not a poem and i use a lot a slang and i dont make sense -laughs hoarsely- i should stop yelling imma lose my voice cx