To that asshole that won't change: The color of your eyes reminded me of the soft dirt ground covered with mounds of dog shit and booze bottles.
You are nothing but a mere stain on the coffee table of human history,
a mistake I shouldn't have trusted . The color of your eyes is just like you, common, dirty, and nothing special. You always said "A person's eyes are the window panes into their soul", well who would've thought yours showed a glimpse of your shriveled conscience, a vessel of pure sin and desolateness.
YOU ARE READING
Rushed Thoughts Of A Panicked S.O.B
PoetryIts funny how thinking about a certain person can make your day so much worse than it already is
