... since I've written a poem. But I want to, again.
Gaaaah.
Love is Just a Four Letter Word
I've never done this before is
NOT
justification for what's happening.
Someone's hurt,
and it's
NOT
just me anymore.
What happened to me?
Me left to be replaced with she.
For what?
Nothing.
I’m still me,
DON’T
kid yourself.
You’re just a new me, she.
What you’ve done is
NOT
what you used to do.
You were good.
But he’s good.
But he
DOESN’T
think the same.
There’s no way he
CAN'T
know how me feels.
He knows what she feels,
NOT
what me feels.
He
DOESN’T
because you're a liar.
He
DOESN'T
feel what you feel.
He feels what she feels.
Nothing.
Liars lying together
DOESN'T
make things right.
Hope is just a four letter word.
Useless emotion.
Hope isn't changing lives.
What you're doing
DOESN'T
get you anywhere.
Whore.
The boy and she.
The boy who'd do anything.
The boy who doesn't even know.
The boy who already has a girl.
Four.
Useless.
You're useless, she's useless.
Not getting you anywhere.
Slut.
Love isn't real.
Romeo and Juliet are dead.
Dead.
Love
DIDN'T
save them.
Save yourself the trouble.
Kill she.
Save me.