Journal Poetry Day AGAIN? heehee
Well, Kiddies its a dark one this week
I Never Liked You
I Never liked you
I hate your ugly small eyes
and how they
Smile and
Dance
When you laugh
I hate your big ugly teeth
That sit
cutely
In your mouth like a bunny
Defiantly beautiful
Utterly Adorable
I hate that
I hate your strange manner
The way you taunt and tease
and laugh
and tickle
and love
And the talks
And the kisses
I hate that
And I hate you
And your new boyfriend
And everything he has
Because he has you
And you are everything
To me.
I love you so much...
Protected
Fuck me
protected
Don't come in
stay out
Except where you rip a hole
And stick it in
and fuck me
and make me cum
Dont ask questions
Dont ask my name
or who I am
Just fuck me
And Ill shut everything out
and feel nothing
Protected
From harm
From pain
From love
Doubt
No more talk
Of things that can't be
Changed
Inwards and outwards
The giant wheel of
Self Doubt
Spins
To the rhythm of
My fearful breath
Eating at the soft
Clean
Underbelly of the self
Dark poetry, the story of my life
LITERALLY
Well, Kiddies its a dark one this week
![wink](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/emoticons/wink.6a5555b139e7.gif)
I Never Liked You
I Never liked you
I hate your ugly small eyes
and how they
Smile and
Dance
When you laugh
I hate your big ugly teeth
That sit
cutely
In your mouth like a bunny
Defiantly beautiful
Utterly Adorable
I hate that
I hate your strange manner
The way you taunt and tease
and laugh
and tickle
and love
And the talks
And the kisses
I hate that
And I hate you
And your new boyfriend
And everything he has
Because he has you
And you are everything
To me.
I love you so much...
Protected
Fuck me
protected
Don't come in
stay out
Except where you rip a hole
And stick it in
and fuck me
and make me cum
Dont ask questions
Dont ask my name
or who I am
Just fuck me
And Ill shut everything out
and feel nothing
Protected
From harm
From pain
From love
Doubt
No more talk
Of things that can't be
Changed
Inwards and outwards
The giant wheel of
Self Doubt
Spins
To the rhythm of
My fearful breath
Eating at the soft
Clean
Underbelly of the self
Dark poetry, the story of my life
![smile](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/emoticons/smile.0d0a8d99a741.gif)
LITERALLY
![biggrin](https://dz3ixmv6nok8z.cloudfront.net/static/img/emoticons/biggrin.b730b6165809.gif)
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Digging the poems, man. I've had occasion when I was young to relate to the first one. Not so much over the last ten years though. I don't know, every breakup I've had recently has been cool, and I'm still friends with all of my ex's. I guess I just look at it as our lives going seperate directions. It's sad sometimes, but what can you do? Maybe I'm just THAT self centered.