there's a part of me that likes nothing about you.
there's a part of me that wishes you would just disappear.
if only i would've begged harder for her to stay.
that's an Easter day i may never forget.
you think you know her.
you think 6 weeks means something.
6 weeks don't mean shit.
i laugh at you.
don't try and tell me what she will decide.
don't ask me to get a cup of coffee with you.
number one, no i don't want to.
number two, i don't drink coffee.
i cringe when i hear or see your name.
when i do hear it, it reminds me of the first time i found a tick on my dog.
i had never seen one before and i felt disgusted. dirty.
now i only take the ticks off because i don't want my dog to die.
you're like a tick to me. i must get you off of her.
having you in her life drives me crazy.
i want you to go away.
there's nothing about you that makes me feel good.
there's nothing about you that brings me peace.
there's nothing about you that i want for her.
i want what's best for her.
you are not the best.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
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