You idiot
You complete utter sucker
How could you do that
You absolute fucker
I wrote this poem
Just to tell you
I can't believe you're almost grown
And you think so too
You could've told Her
To be smart and follow rules
But you do not deter
You help Her run around schools
I can't believe I was
Starting to trust you
Like tricky moss
I should've trusted my gut about you too
Everyone around you could see it
I gave you the benefit of the doubt
You took that and broke it yet
And began to borderline shout
Silently shouting about your feelings
Fleeting feelings I hope will kneel
As you stop staring together at ceilings
Before She finally keels
You dared to let Her be in trouble
You say you were just talking but I know
Because one is a party but two is treble
As you like to show
You are not wholly to blame
And for that she feels the shame
But she has no claim
Over your need to be tamed
Come back when you grow up
Maybe I'll not be mad then
Despite the deathly glare dished over soup
Then you can try again
When you're no longer stupid
Stupid impulsive and immature
You remember getting hit by cupid
But you can take the arrow out for sure
You say you couldn't get over the last
Yet you set yourself up for a bad fall
Something you will leave in the past
Like a small market stall
You fucking idiot
Why did you think it was okay?
Why didn't you think of the consequences, say?
Feelings are dangerous, m'kay?
Some people don't share
It is reasons like these
Where emotional blackmail is there
Like angry buzzing bees
Come talk when you can explain
Better yet apologise for this bull
But now we will leave on a plane
With Her ever sullen
Right now?
I have no care
You reap what you sow
I can't tell if I regret all we shared
Now don't be silly
Don't go steal
Obvious I will lose the chain
After the pain you've caused
It is now over
Best you move on for the time
When She calms down in Dover
And gets back the tiny shine
In her ever darkening eyes
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Certainty Of Midnight
Poetryemotion ɪˈməʊʃ(ə)n/ noun a strong feeling deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others. A snippet of a teenage girl's mind. Excuse the hormonal anger. I started this book when I was thirteen or fourteen. I publish, unpublish...
