Rampage. Rant. Lowercase emphasizes the hurriedness. it's not poetry.


Chewed.

the boy who drives you nuts
makes you cry
doesn't pay enough attention
and doesn't even love you.
probably never will.
hides you. from family. friends. work.
public.

and didn't ask you out until he knew
he had a chance at sex.
won't share his secrets. HAS SECRETS!
you are an open book, and he's reading
you. knows your vulnerabilities. he'll spill his
whiskey, and mop it up with your fragile pages.
RIP THEM. STAIN THEM. RUIN THEM.
and he won't care. chew you up. spit you out.
move on to the next.




Poetry by Katherinee x
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Written on 2011-11-10 at 00:26

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It's poetry, and it is because it's honest. Keep going.
2011-11-13


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2011-11-10


Rob Graber
maybe it aint poetry 2 U
but it sure is 2 me
2011-11-10