poems

YOU!

I've not moved on?

thats something I easily done

I'm not dealing with your crap anymore,

go back to one of your many whores

see you Monday,

maybe you'll treat me nice that day

stop being a prick,

stop being a dick

I moved on a while ago,

dont think of me so low

I'm nothing to you,

that I know due to everything you asked me to do

why was I even nice to you?

its something I didnt have to do

but I knew that you could be sweet,

and when you were it was a treat

you called me princess,

and for a minute made me feel priceless

then I remembered who you actually are,

I wish you would just run very far

stay away,

maybe you'll be nice to me one day

you want me in your life put me there,

you being nice cant be rare

call me when you get your head out of your ass,

which for you will be such a difficult task

goodbye,

this is the last time I'll listen to one of your lies