Wow, So we're still friends it seems
since our relationship split at the seams..
So now, how am I supposed to deal with you
since my feelings of fairness are still too few?
How am I supposed to react to all the past allegations
of having my own ulterior female romantic relations?
How am I the one to point the finger anywhere
since I'm the one who supposedly didn't even care?
How are you to be all perky and peachy keen
and act like you're the one who's all squeaky clean?
So what the hell am I supposed to think or do
since apparently you still don't haven’t gotten a clue?
Since after all the lies and the promises broken,
you want me to think of our friendship as a token?
You want me to think of you still as my soul mate
and that we were put together by the hands of fate?
How evil and corruption could somehow split us apart
and how evil could truly break our untamed heart.
How dating a best friend is something acceptable
since he was about the only one who was really stable.
Since when am I the one to pay for it all,
your little shopping spree's out in the mall?
How am I supposed to deal with your fluctuating mood swings
and deal with all the resentment that your arguments bring
How am I supposed to really feel
when all you ever say is 'Keep it real'?

10/13/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this about a relationship I had in the past with a girl who was ghetto.. she was from Buffalo and spelled it Bufolo... She cheated on me with one of my best friends at the time, then afterwards wanted to salvage a friendship out of it.. I tried, but found the situation unbearable. Hence the poem, which is pretty unbearable in it's own right...

Posted on 10/14/2003
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