screw you ( a poem for evan)

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the scars that mark my body are the memories of you

the time that you broke me in two

i thought that maybe this would be new

but you ended up screwing me over

i thought maybe you could actually be my lover

but you fucked up my heart and my love

but you really weren't my white dove

so you know what fuck you and your selfish ass

you don't even have any fucking class

i am completely over your pathetic loser ass

i don't need you anymore

bye the way you are an absolute whore

you cheated behind my back

and you know what this shit is whack

don't think i need someone like you

so you know what screw you

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