You Were Always A Liar Anyway
by Megan Guimbellot
Sometimes I think I hate you more than you ever thought I could.
Remember one year ago today? I can't honestly tell you what we were doing but according to you I've always been good at making up stories so here it goes:
One year ago today we were getting off work and picking up take out food. We were watching a movie on the living room floor for lack of a sofa and the neighbors downstairs were making entirely too much noise. This time last year we were happy, drinking in the last few days we would spend under the same cracked roof (who knew that it would be the last time ever?))
thinking about it almost makes me sad to not have you
now you're gone and the memory of you makes me choke a little.
standing atop the highest bridge i pray for a collapse but then again I don't want to die with this much hate in my heart...
Author's Note: Look what you've done...I'm glad you finally have the courage to let me hate you, you worthless bastard.
Posted on 08/04/2007
Copyright © 2020 Megan Guimbellot
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/12/08 at 08:36 PM|
best author's note in history. i'm sure it hurt terribly at the time...but in the present...c'mon the A.N. is priceless. the poem itself...a dark little tale full of intensity and raw raw honesty. yow.