I took out my pen and paper sat back and let the words flow fluidly
I lie to the paper because it knows no better then just to accept
the words put on it even if they are total bullshit
the paper sits and gets its marks not knowing that truthfully this is not from my heart
the truth of the matter is we have grown apart
yes the truth is that you no longer have my heart
it wasn’t like I ever had yours anyway
I know that there was someone else and it shattered my soul everyday
to think that you told me that you loved me then to creep with that bitch behind my back
that’s ok its fine and good because im one female who never gets misunderstood
as the plot of my poetry starts to unfurl the music in my mind starts getting dramatic
as I write about you me and a hatchet
what did I do with the hatchet oh you just wait and see
you better be lucky that this is just poetry
I would want to kill you and make your death as painful as it gets
My words become violent your death is a mess
as I think about what you did to me with that bitch
I stab you in the knee cap and cut off your dick
as I think about what I just said I realize that im very sick
nevertheless I need to leave you for my sanity because being around you
just brings out the worst in me
today I said I was gonna write a poem about you and me
but all I set out in doing was writing a murder mystery
Copyright 2005 Alyson P.
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