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POEM 48 - Who Needs Friends
You pay more attention to him than me,
Yet another one of my friends,
I tell myself I've never loved you,
Never again, not now, not then,
But my mind dwindles to thoughts of you,
Even when I don't want them to,
I tell myself that you like me too,
On some level of your inferior mind,
But you talk about him more than me,
Love to me has never been kind,
But my mind dwindles to thoughts of you,
Even when I don't want them to,
I try to sleep away the pain,
And yet you creep through my dreams,
I pass you of as another shadow,
Just like the other people, the other fiends,
But my mind dwindles to thoughts of you,
Even when I don't want them to,
You met him through me, did you not?
Another person upon my list of friends,
And yet you count him as better than me,
And yet with him you've never even met,
He could have been a sick old man,
With thoughts on nothing but your skin,
And yet you keep him closer than you've ever kept me,
A dreadful, painful sin.
But my mind dwindles to thoughts of you,
Even when I don't want them to,
And yet I go unnoticed, another face in the crowd,
Forever thinking of the beautiful you.
Yet another crappy poem. God damn girls, always screwing up my mind. This is basically the same situation (slightly) with two girls in my life at the moment.
Hannah - she likes my friend Kirk more than she likes me, and she's never met him. Ever. EVER. She met him through my friends list. MINE.
Gemma - she pays more attention to Bill, my apparent "best friend" than she does with me. The b*****d, THE ******** b*****d, is stealing my personality. Heh, ironic - my stolen personality is being stolen by someone else. I just feel the need to... hurt him... to show him. I've tried telling him not to, but he either goes mardy about it or tells me he isn't, and in both situations HE CARRIES ON.
******** friends. I hate them.
 DaleLuck1313 · Sun Jun 22, 2008 @ 04:17pm · 1 Comments |
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