As I breathe heavily,
As I shut my eyes;
With a pistol to my head,
I start shaking and cry.
But as I shake,
I realized I made a mistake;
I was about to take myself out,
When I'm not what my problem is about.
The problem isn't me,
In reality it is you;
You wanna blow on a stranger's cock,
And with that same mouth you say you love me too.
But the problem isn't just you,
The slutty bitch from Peru;
My problem involves you too,
Years of frustration but I'll vent about you soon.
"I love you but I dont want to lose you",
What kind of bullshit lie is that?
But then you want to fuck me,
But I'm too fat?
Hey, look to the left,
Look to the right;
Go and look at a fucking mirror,
And tell me if your weight class is alright.
You two have something in common:
Being common whores "in love";
Of course, that makes no sense to me,
With just a synopsis from above.
One moved to fucked,
The other loves to fuck anyone;
Yet I'm here suffering from loneliness,
With my philosophical gun.
But I decided to shift the position,
Now I need to wait for the perfect moment;
To not dodge the bullets I've been shielding from,
But to shift the gun to my new opponents.
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Rose's are red,
Violets are blue;
Fuck me? Fuck that and fuck you,
Here is how this will conclude:
Silence from a story,
Hound the title vacator;
Jose Luis and the two bullets,
Maybe after the shots, I'll feel better.
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Darkness of a Poet
PoesíaEverything good has a bad side... sometimes we need to let it all out to understand ourselves completely. In this poem book, I reflect on that scary dark side that I have and vent about it.
