Some poems just come from the heart... |
-I Hate Your Guts- by Keaton Foster I hate your guts Think me nuts Call me a POS Ask what you did How deserving Could you ever be Is such hate justified Do you mean more Than the nothing before Or are you far less Then you have ever been Are you as insignificant As bug on the sidewalk Or are you as paramount As a gun in a knife fight Does what you think Matter to me at all Are your words The god of my logic Bending my will And my ways with each reply Forming my unspoken words What you say confronts me When I should not allow it to The crux of my existence Is deep inside my heart The smallest of spark Ready to ignite an inferno Burning puppies and kitten Proverbial ridiculousness Further fueled by twisted logic Such things are not flammable All that is in me Is left over from the past Another time when others Just like you meant something Beyond the absolute nothing I have since assigned It is the only mortal part Of whom I am And what I’ve become I hate your guts For no other reason Than for the fact that I Cannot allow myself to be Anything remotely like you Certainly I will pay for such hate I will ostracize myself from the world A world that I must live in A world that I must write about Life and all of its experiences To be spread across the page Out there for people like you To interpret and then judge I hate your guts For nothing that you have done And everything you plan to do Such underserving hate Is simple enough… I Hate Your Guts! Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2012. |