You felt the sting didn't you?
When you asked your sweetheart for a goodnight kiss,
but she tasted like cigarettes and something amiss.
I'm sorry to say that I know what they do.
The beloved and the brother— how cliche, too.
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Clumsy, reckless, loud and oblivious.
It's a miserable thing to be a witness.
I'm curious, let me know—
Are you really a friend or just another fake?
You took my brother's girlfriend out on a date.
Are you truly a lover or just a lying bitch?
Either way, I'm gonna be the snitch.
You two get drunk on the floor and fuck on the mattress;
I really must say, you're an amazing actress.
You're not very subtle and the walls moan at night,
and now my finger's bleeding but I still bite, and bite.
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It's a dangerous game, do you really know the rules?
Familiar or not, you're both fucking fools.
Understand the damage and pain that you caused
for the unsuspecting victim, naive and lost.
You are clumsy, loud, stupid, and reckless—
it really is miserable to be a witness.
YOU ARE READING
Fancy Words
Poetry» I try to be friends with both my A N G E L S and M O N S T E R S « Oh, all these words swimming in my head. *Previously titled "The Poems In My Head".
