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by Lauren Singeri am over this just enough
to be mad at you now.
who are you
to live in my bed,
convince me i am safe,
hold me through the night
and then leave?
i wish i had never known you,
that i never deluded myself into thinking
you were a good idea,
that i paid attention to
the trail of crying fools you
left behind you when you
put your hand in my shirt and said,
"is this okay?"
it is not okay.
it will never be okay again.
you are voldemort.
you are scum.
when you open the truck nuts
that i got you for your birthday
i hope you feel like shit. 04/21/2010 Posted on 04/22/2010
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 04/25/10 at 05:11 PM wow, quite a poem here, girly, but how it exhales and vents in a way we all need sometimes; how many people will relate to this piece...your open and candid delivery is a powerful approach to the sting one can give/get in return...peace to u poet, jewels xo |
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