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

just watched the notebook

I miss my boy.
You knew I would go to him, didn't you?
You said I would.

I wonder why.
Perhaps you think me materialistic.
Or maybe you saw something between he and I that I didn't see yet.

I remember the last time we all three were in a room together.
It was late. After work. At his house. I was drunk.

I thought I played it so cool.
When you and I left to go home, you told me that you felt like the odd man out.
That you could cut the tension with a knife.
That it was clear that he and I were going to be together.

For all your faults, you sure are a perceptive bastard aren't you?
And really, the fact that you didn't leave me for it was an obvious sign that you never loved me.
And quite possibly, I was a little blinded by certain vices and I did not love you either.

In all seriousness, I hope that you get off the shit and do what it is that you're supposed to do.
Of all the boys and men I've dated, you are the closest to that goal you all shared.
The music.
I think you should put the junk away, be alone for a while and g e t otarav e r h e r .

"A woman knows when a man looks into her eyes and sees someone else."

posted by Unknown @ 6:07 PM