Poetry 1.0 (Completed)

Everybody Loves a Cheater, Right?

Anger.

Fiery,

burning,

pissed off,

I-fucking-hate-you-with-my-life anger,

pulsing through my veins.

Look at what the fuck you did buddy.

What the fuck you're doing.

I can still hear your words in my head,

"I'd be dead if the door wasn't unlocked."

And this,

THIS,

is how you're going to live now?

This,

THIS,

is how you're going to treat your friends?

This,

THIS,

is how you're going to treat the girl that puts up with your stupid ass?

Living the fucking high life after being saved,

from fucking suicide,

huh?

Really buddy?

I can taste the acid in my throat,

waiting to be spit into my words,

onto your dumbstruck face.

Look at your face.

Feel your stupid smile.

Is that how it feels,

buddy?

Is it that good?

Then maybe I should've done it to you.

Does it really feel that good?

It does?

Cool.

I'll cheat on you next fucking time.