Him, me, and you.
You said: “I could feel the hatred on her breath”
I said: I can see the desperation in your eyes.
Or did you forget the words with your lingering lies.
You have an obsession, that’s clear to see.
Poem after poem, about him or me
Bait your eyes and fix your hair,
It doesn’t even matter, he still will not care
Apology after apology, I will not forget
I see a sad little girl, as she chokes on her cigereette
From words which you gladly copied and pasted in your poem
Everyone is loved, everyone is needed, and everyone is beautiful.
Yes darling yes;
You are loved,
You are needed,
You are beautiful,
And I do agree with you;
“I see beauty in everything” as well "so I’m either an artiste or have poor taste”
In dealing with you; it was poor taste
Our mere month or two was just a fucking waste.
The friendship that will never be.
All started and ended with your obsession with him and me.