Choices are few,
for the two of our future,
you chose not wrong
for someone not me
Grated my pride,
Like a chop suey in your breakfast,
minded not was I, mind you,
for I knew better off without you.
You and her,
her and I,
I and me,
chose a path for the better.
Better is sweet,
better not is bitter,
and for us is not better not,
but better, just that way.
Wrong me,
wronged you,
oh how sad you sound, losel,
and so did they say we were, just like that.
Our paths ceased to cross,
yet you kept reminding me,
of feelings I shouldn't,
that rose in me the need of regret.
Now you listen,
no right you have,
over me or my mind,
for you to wish me, loser.
YOU ARE READING
Emotional cripple
Poetry"Is that paint on your lips?" they ask. • • • • • "Yes, the paint of my tainted soul," she say. -A collection of free style poems-
