Categories > Original > Poetry > Life's A Bitch, Then We Die

Category: Poetry - Rating: G - Genres:  - Published: 2008-10-01 - Updated: 2008-10-02 - 292 words
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Lemme copy off your homework.
Why don't you ask your girlfriend?
That is how we greet each other today.

I'm pissed.
I can't believe I wasted so much time on you.
Sure it was


Only about a month


But now I imagine all I could've done


And


Feel nothing but regret.
Foolish.
I always thought of myself as.
When


An innocent schoolgirl crush
Clouds my eyes.



Without a flashlight to find my way
Through that fog,

It's really no wonder why


I
Fell.



Flat on my fucking face.
Really anyone could've


Saw it coming,



But that thing you call a


Girlfriend.


Is your business.
You don't feel the slightest bit embarrassed walking with her,
Calling her?



How could someone like you ever


See it?
'Cus let's


Be


frank.
She has the face of a rottweiler.


But I know what I need to do.
I won't worry over you.
Being


Single?


Sounds strange now that I say it.
I'll grow accoustomed to it.
It's not like I ever had someone of my own in the first place.


Well,


I bet you think you're hot shit.
I bet you feel so grand.
I bet you think it'll last forever.


I


Can assure you you'll land right next to
My cracks on the sidewalk.
Only harder.

Yet,
In way,
I


Hope


You are happy.......

I know


You


won't be though.


I'm really just waiting for you to open you're eyes and


See


That you're worthless.
Not worth my or her time.


The


Pure fact that you were on my mind all day
(Damn all the periods we have together)
Makes me a little sick.
You're nothing more than a


Mistake.
Error.



On my paper.



This is the


Eraser markings.
And my not so


Hesitant
Goodbye.
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