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It was your shirt, if you care.
A sign in my drunken state that slapped me on the head and forced me to take notice.
Why could i not stop staring at you?
a hint of ego brought to you by her,
convinced you to see me too.
The butterflies were let loose in my stomach;
as your charming words intoxicated me further.
I want your smell to stop haunting me;
but the thought of your chin still makes me smile.
So Josh if your wondering,
it was your shirt.

Im not like them, okay punk?
I will tell you to fuck off when i want,
Im not angry, honestly.
I don't cary a curling iron in my back pocket;
Instead I have medicated chapstick,
my lips are chapped, honestly.
Its not my cell playing the polks in the middle of class,
i use a quarter in the pay-phone,
i dont even own one, honestly.
I wont settle for your worthless ass out of pity;
I dont like playing games,
and i dont even like your ass, honestly.
But when i do face you,
look at me and accept me
For this is real
and so am I, honestly.

What makes you think I give a damn?
Because whoever told you is lying.
Whatever gives you the will to continue should stop;
Like you will, eventually.
Fate is fucked up, get it?
Nothing happens for a reason
If it did I wouldnt be here,
id be there with him.
And you, as fucking immortal as you may conceieve yourself to be,
Might take him away without me ever knowing.
You selfish bitch
let go of the fucking reins.

If you
are reading this
in its entirety
then I have
succeeded
in sucking you
in.
I've mislead you
to believe this
had merit,
choose now.

I sit and think about the way
you treated me like garbage.
Too fucking lazy to tie up the bag
and put me out like the trash.
Instead you sit on your bare throne
mocking the devine ground you walk on.
Excuse me for getting you off track,
maybe next time I'll bite your tounge
like you bit my ear.
Fucker!!!

You just affirmed my belief
guys like you seek your prey knowingly.
By forcing me to devour your kiss
I have entered into a living jungle.
You are the knob that eats the apple
as I watch and walk on.
I look back only to remember your game
not even your filth remains.

Who ever said poems had to ryme?
Probably the same guy
that put peanut butter with jelly.
He was wrong,
peanut butter goes with bannannas.

We could never be jack and jill.
Thinking of you still makes me ill.
I'll jump out of this window sill.
So you can go and be with bill.
(for Adrian)

Big big people have big jobs
and make big money for their big families
in their big house and their big cars
in their big city and pay big taxes..ha!
Thank god im small :)

That day in the forest I was drunk,
and the toy bong made me laugh,
but what i said to your face
about you being a walking std was true.
I think you are
and I'd have to boil you
before I would touch you

If I had my wish
I would casterate you
and defile your finger tips.
Only to deliver
your worthless pipes
to her throne
onto which she would probably
invite me to dance
along with her
chanting your asshole status :)