Category : Poems

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She stares at each message with stones in her eyes,

Her laconic response tells me she doesn’t give a damn,

I know it’s only a matter of time before her patience dies,

Before she catches a fit of conniption and hangs the phone up like a fucking ram. 

 

No, she isn’t obliged to stay,

But does she always have to leave so early?

Maybe it’s owing to the crazy things that I’m prone to say,

Or I’m just not good enough, clearly.

 

She’s got a man now, 

I’m so jealous of him,

Sure he’s not a know-how,

But he does go to the gym.

 

 

She hates everything about me including my tattoos,

Her face is overwhelmed with disgust,

Oh, it must be the booze,

I drink too much and should probably find a more intelligent way of biting the dust.

 

 

 

 

She accuses me of breaking her heart,

Not knowing I had never own one myself,

In fact, I didn’t know until she tore my empty chest apart,

Before she forced me to look deeply into my dark cold self.