This poem is to my ex. It's not very good, in the beginning stages, I'd love suggestions. |
You called me a bitch. The word sounds hard, and clipped. Your voice was filled with malice, And no matter how mean you are to me, my emotions just won't callus. I just said what I think, And your frusturation obviously reached it's brink. You know, patience is a virtue. What, are you afraid I'm going to hurt you? Well I'm not (even though you'd deserve it). So come over here boy, go ahead and sit. I guess you just assumed you had me all figured out. Sweet, outspoken, easily fooled... You didn't think I'd ever have a doubt. Well honey you were wrong. I can't believe it took me so long! And even though I still have feelings for you, I want to give a little insight to my homegirls, the knowledge they're entitled to. I want them to know that you'll never be fair. They deserve to know that you're a straight-up player. Fortunately for you, there are ladies who can take that. Unfortunately, I'm a lady who HATES that. So I hope you understand, that though I'd never wish bad things, I'm counting down till the timer rings. I don't see the harm of Anxiously awaiting your well-deserved karma. |