A new poem is up. Sorry it's taken me so long, but I have been really busy. And, as always ... this poem is about him. And me. Seperately. Because there is no US.
It's been so long
since that one night happened
I got over it
but you still seem frightened
frightened to talk to me
you make stupid comments
act like a baby
and I don't understand it
Being a jerk doesn't make you cool
to me you look more and more like a fool
I thought it was love, but you taught me better
I bet in your mind it says "too bad I met her"
And that is something I don't care about
cause actually you're a loser, that's without a doubt
Just calm down a bit
don't just talk on the net
talk in reality
that would totally be it!
Can't we just start
from the beginning
can't we just forget
all the wrong things that were happening?
I wish I could ask you that in the actual life
but after all that happened it would be like juggeling with a knife!
So please, and I beg you, let's forget about all the fuss,
because one thing I've learned: there won't be any US!
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