There was a reason I stopped seeing this boy, I know there is, but lately it doesn't matter. It's been forever since we've been together and this past week I can think of no one else. It's sad and weird and I'm beginning to get angry with myself for it. how many chances you've been given and still i'd offer you more you can have infinite opportunities to force me to a heap on the carpet to tear my clothes and i apart please, for old times, call me a slut tell me how sad and rotten i am i'll never tire of the happiness in the pain you often brought you're in my head, killing brain cells i can feel myself becoming stupid when your leaving only leaves me wanting in my bloodstream, slashing veins the desire, the needing, the pointless and empty desperation choking my heart you're in my soul, beating my spirit killing off all i have left of me with every new thought of you even now, apart for months i can feel you crush me still no opportunity for even a word to pass yet the beauty of your destruction and me here, big and bloated with another man's baby and you there, unaware, unaffected i punish myself for wondering if i'd rather it be yours
An angery but well written poem. The images are very moving. I hope this helps you get over your ex. Peace and love
It's not angry but sad and pathetic. It's just about accepting that he was an ass and wanting him back to do it again.
