Giovanna poems on Hello Poetry

Benjamin Davenport Nov 2021

Sometimes I just want to give up on life
These past 3 years have blasted me with so much strife
No one truly understands what it's like to be me
They talk down to me and that makes me so angry
Saying whatever they **** well please
I'm forced to just put up with it; geeze!
Since life is so unfair
I think to myself "Why should I even care?"
Nobody else does and its warped my mindset
I no longer give the benefit of the doubt.
I assume the worse of everyone.
So many of my "friends" had shown me their true colors
And I hate that I gave them my friendship in the first place.
They certainly didn't deserve it.
Giovanna, Olivia, Melissa
You three girls affected me the worse. I wish I had never met any of you.
You did me so ***** when you unfriended me.
I constantly wish you regret your decision but it's not likely.
I don't even want to mention the women that scammed, extorted and blackmailed me.
They are not worthy of still being in my head
I keep them there tho so as not to repeat my mistakes.

Been a minute since I wrote a poem so I just wanted to get out just about everything I've had on my mind. Some of this goes further back than the 3 years I've been in this state.

#emotional #pain #resentment #loss #hate #wishful #thinking

𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ Jun 2017

Who's the lesbian now? Ha?

Why must everybody who's ever-present slither like snails in ditches? In the dark Isabella Fiorella Elettra Giovanna Rossellini's elderly **** needs probed. The lives of Roman proctologists demand **** probing! Probe us coma toad Comey, robe-free!

𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ Jun 2017

Bad start to novel

1: “What do you mean, first line, chapter 1, 'I was boning a ****** when the phone rang'?” Several centuries later: I was wringing the neck of a delicious chicken for a chicken dinner when I fell to the floor where 2 of my legs broke off & so I couldn't do a chicken-killing chore that I needed a bare minimum of 2 legs for & 2 of my legs fell off & I couldn't do a chore that I needed 2 of my legs for -- Why do you lock your doors? Why? Are you enforcing a border? Have you set boundaries? Why are you so selfish? Who's the lesbian now? Ha?
Why must everybody who's ever-present slither like snails in ditches? In the dark Isabella Fiorella Elettra Giovanna Rossellini's elderly **** needs probed. The lives of Roman proctologists demand **** probing! Probe us coma toad Comey, robe-free!

𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ Aug 2017

Bad start to novel #1

“What do you mean, first line, chapter 1, 'I was boning a ****** when the phone rang'?” Several centuries later: I was wringing the neck of a delicious chicken for a chicken dinner when I fell to the floor where 2 of my legs broke off & so I couldn't do a chicken-killing chore that I needed a bare minimum of 2 legs for & 2 of my legs fell off & I couldn't do a chore that I needed 2 of my legs for -- Why do you lock your doors? Why? Are you enforcing a border? Have you set boundaries? Why are you so selfish? Who's the lesbian now? Ha?
Why must everybody who's ever-present slither like snails in ditches? In the dark Isabella Fiorella Elettra Giovanna Rossellini's elderly **** needs probed. The lives of Roman proctologists demand **** probing! Probe us coma toad Comey, robe-free!

𝘚𝘶𝘻𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 ᴮᵉʳˡⁱⁿˢᵏʸ Sep 2017

Bad start to novel #1

“What do you mean, first line, chapter 1, 'I was boning a ****** when the phone rang'?” Several centuries later: I was wringing the neck of a delicious chicken for a chicken dinner when I fell to the floor where 2 of my legs broke off & so I couldn't do a chicken-killing chore that I needed a bare minimum of 2 legs for & 2 of my legs fell off & I couldn't do a chore that I needed 2 of my legs for -- Why do you lock your doors? Why? Are you enforcing a border? Have you set boundaries? Why are you so selfish? Who's the lesbian now? Ha?
Why must everybody who's ever-present slither like snails in ditches? In the dark Isabella Fiorella Elettra Giovanna Rossellini's elderly **** needs probed. The lives of Roman proctologists demand **** probing! Probe us coma toad Comey, robe-free!

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