With this pen I can make you forget you ever loved me
Erase the happy times we had with one mighty stroke
Black ink ignites blood in your veins making you hate the day you ever met me
Disown me for things that I write
Exposing the wrong that you’ve done
Well to you I say
FUCK YOU!! There’s the door you’re more than welcome to exit stage left
My creativity will not be silenced
Should you choose to focus on one stanza totally ignoring the fact that I blame myself more than anyone else in the pages of my book of life
I never told anyone it would be all rainbows and sweet dreams
Before we can live our final days in the land of milk and honey there will be some sour patches we must chew through
I’ve united my ex’s just to drag my name through the mud even faster
Bloods thicker than water well not when it comes to someone speaking truth to you
Would you rather I just sat and took all of spiteful words you spewed at me with a grin?
Your hate for me is misguided like a war head that wasn’t programmed
So glad I don’t put stock into what people think of me or else I would’ve been everything you thought I was headed for
Drunk
Junkie
Homeless
Unemployed
Dropout
Dead beat
But here I said before you
Unfazed by it all actually I’m better for it
Nothing can be being free from people of this world
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1 comment:
The more I read, the more I think that you are very at home with the very long line.
You should spend time looking at the way that Walt Whitman and Langston Hughes wielded the long line. With a little honing this could be a powerful weapon in your hand.
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