You both like taking shots right?
We've all had our share, and now I think it's fair that I take mine.
To the girl,
How do I describe the issue here?
I thought all you needed was to hear
Those loving words I nearly uttered,
It's a damn shame your heart stuttered
When it came to reciprocation.
All you ever wanted was the inflammation of my member.
I haven't felt like this since last December,
when you let me in, and I'm sorry
I can't forgive my feelings;
Nor can I forgive your lack there of.
Flowers.
Chocolates.
Compliments.
Money.
Stickers.
Adornments including tiaras.
Hell, one hundred and seventy two pages of hand written poetry-
nearly my entire oeuvre!
Twenty one hours of hand writing!
And for nothing!
It's simply a pity you know not what love is.
To the boy,
Friend is a word I've never cursed until you.
Betrayal was never an issue from which I needed refuge.
You broke my heart more than anyone.
You never respected me, called me gay for fun-
You fucking bully. You dead beat dad.
You deserve that beautiful disaster,
Just like the last, and the last before that, I could go on...
The problem is your daughter deserves better. It's ashame really,
You may know intimacy with the girl I loved, but you'll never know the basic knowledge that comes from a highschool diploma. That was a bit of a jape, yes, still a pity for your family though.
P.S. I still have all my teeth.
YOU ARE READING
Thresheld
詩歌My life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
