Poem # 5

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you have become lost to me
among better lives and feelings
of what i supposedly held you back from
but i am still here.

i found a letter from you to me
from a few years ago but still relevant
i wrote you one back in response
it went:

"Dear you,
i understand,
but i'm still pissed."
except it was longer, more detailed

Poem # 4

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i watched your personality explode like a grenade
all your desirable qualities became shrapnel
you turned into an angry, cold, killing thing
spitting out obnoxious noise and sharp shit

Poem # 3

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once my boots hit the ground
and i became more stupid
and more hot and uncomfortable
dust plumed up like on the moon

i slept on the ground
and dreamt of home, when i still could
i awoke a little dumber
a little older and angrier

Poem # 2

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Some night....
when we are all having a good time...
just as the mood is set and we are closing the deal,
i will vomit vodka and blood all over your new shoes!

Poem # 1

These poems belong to me; steal them all you want, just don’t make money off of them:

i wrote you a poem
to tell you that i think
that you're nice
and sweet like strawberries

here is how it went:
dear you,
how i love thee!
from, me.

and then i sealed it with a kiss
i mailed it on a rainbow
i put some glitter on that shit too
all for you...