Author's Note: It's about my cheating, man whore, ex Chris. As of now I hate
him. His friend Vaughn kissed me, Chris saw, slapped me, called me a
cheating whore and said its over... Excuse me but is that not ironic?!?
Sorry I'm pissed the poem sucks.
Have Fun.


I think you’re all crazy
You’re just so damn lazy
You sit there all gazey
You try to amaze me

Impress me
Suppress me
You think it’s fun to undress me
With your eyes, you caress me

I’m not perfect at all
I stumble, I fall
Kick me, I cry and I bawl
I’m sick of this brawl

I’ll beat you
Deplete you
Fucking shoot you and eat you
I make you, complete you
Don’t leave me, I need you

Confused and abused
Sick, yet amused
Calm, then I’m fused
Set off when I’m used

I hate, yet I love
I’m down and above
I’m dark, yet white as a dove
Not sure what I’m made of

I live, but I die
Your love is so dry
I’m sad and I cry
You dig and you pry
You don’t even try!
You’re just a typical guy
Say hello then goodbye

This here’s my farewell
For all I care, go to hell
I’ll move on, I won’t dwell
I’ll break loose from my shell

Watch me grow, slick
I’ll give you a glimpse, quick
Watch me jump, punch and kick, dick
This is me without you, make you sick?
I’m happy and free, don’t cost me a lick
I’m strong, I’m a brick
Nice knowin’ ya, prick
My finger salutes you with a flick
You’re no longer my tick
Life’s mine for the pick
Looks like the cow just learned a new trick

FUCK YOU. I’M FREE.
 
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