Poems of my Mind

You.

Yes, you.

Have you worked it out yet?

You should have.

That question you asked,

What posessed you?

I know you had to,

For your own sanity,

But no.

Just, no.

How long has it been?

It gives me chills,

And not the good kind,

To know that was happening.

People warned me,

They saw it before I did,

God dammit

I don't want to look at you.

I don't know why it bothers me

So much,

But it does.

It freaks me out to the max.

So get over it.

Oh, and just so you know;

I don't expect to recover from this

Anytime soon,

So, please,

For My Sanity,

Just Stay Away.

Don't remind me,

Cos it almost makes me sick.

I cringe.

So sorry.

Anyway.

I'm not sorry.

You should know me by now,

I don't do well in these

Situations

So don't expect me to suddenly be civil.

I'm not the civil type.

And honestly,

I think this is the reason I stopped talking to you in the first place.

Because your awkward

Was noticeable

And seriously

Insufferable.

So it was

Justifiable

-The way I reacted.

Oh look,

I must be

Going crazy

Because I'm rhyming now,

See?

This poem is broken.

I think it has spoken.

I'm just gonna stop

Because

I've written enough.

When all I should say,

Is please go away.