Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything...

so, so you think you can tell...

how can you complain when you're sleeping with half the town
i never slept around
if we're all so tragic, if i'm slowly killing you,
then where did this knife in my back come from?
you were stabbing me, you were KLLING ME weren't you?
lies of love, obsession going overboard.
INFATUATION IS NOT LOVE. LUST. WITH LUST THERE IS NO LOVEBUT THE LOVE FOR THE IDEA OF SEXUAL ADVANCES.
Is that what you wanted?
Me to strut into your room,
nothing but a towel, wet tossed hair,
that look in my eyes [[when we've smoked way too much, god i'm so stoned]]
and tell you to take me and never fucking let go?
hopeless romantic.
hopeless as fuck.
well you fucked them. you fuck them all the time.
so don't pretend to be sleepy, i know where you're going.
downtown with a bump and some booze, find someone new to sleep next to.

posted by Unknown @ 1:53 PM