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Free verse № 96052

Over you

by tre

Member since 2004 · Posted 5 Apr 2004 · 4 comments

You make me sick. Just sitting here watching you. I want to be done, I want to be over you. Why are you still here? It's about time you graduated. So I can claim my life back, the one that has faded. Go back to your pool, GO back to your house, I really don't care where you go, just get the fuck out! Take all your false promises, all your sugar-coated lies, Take all your unanswered phone calls, to my neverending WHY's. Take your stupid black hats, I can't tell which is which, Take your heart numbing stare... And don't forget the BITCH! I know this is cruel, but you made me a fool, Because I believed in you, but you were only a "tool" You make me sick. You make me cry. I hate that you can even make my rhyme. You are a fuckin' coward! You can't look me in the eyes. I haven't been ignored, since I was, what...FIVE? So walk back out that door, yes, the same one you came through, because I want to be done, I want to be over you.

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4 comments

[7] Stephen Robins 5-Apr-04/4:20 AM Reply
A porridge of negro man-fat.
[n/a] tre › Stephen Robins 5-Apr-04/9:18 PM Reply
what the hell is that supposed to mean?
[7] wilco 6-Apr-04/1:24 PM Reply
Been there.
[10] jsd 6-Apr-04/5:46 PM Reply
Heh TR I think it's kind of funny... and the line "I hate that you can even make my rhyme." is appropriate for this poem as you usually don't rhyme :)