It's not the way I treat people,
I don't want it to end too badly
The end could be a catastrophe
So I wrote you some letters
Those letters explain why things are the way they are,
They say the things that need to be said
Yet I choose to not send them
My efforts would be futile and pointless
If you wanted an explanation,
You would ask and not let it all go to waste
You don't care
Your self-defense mechanism gets in the way too
You can't take any criticism, good or bad
Everything that is said goes right through you
There's no point in explaining,
It'd just make you cry for a while and then you won't care
Those letters are a waste of ink and paper
I will never send them
You don't deserve them
05/15/12
YOU ARE READING
Poems (2012)
Poetry...And I unleash unto you, more torture. I never bothered with poetry before October 2011 and I didn't think I would have bothered with it after those last few poems in December. My poems are crappy, I say it all the time, but I'm kind of looking fo...
