(Authors note: I wrote this at like 11pm then passed out, idk what its about but i think its safe to say that I'm not okay)
Don't fucking look
Don't fucking touch
You don't fucking get any of me
Don't fucking think about me
Don't dream for me
Don't fucking lust over me
Don't fucking talk to me
Don't fuck me
Don't fuck me over
Don't hold me sideways just to try a new route
Don't fucking try me
Don't fuck me gentle
Don't fuck me hard
Don't even fucking think about touching me or my arse
Or anywhere else for that matter
You don't fucking get that
You don't fucking get to manipulate me
You don't get to kiss me
You can fucking miss me
You don't get my good moments
You don't get the bad or the fucking awful either
You don't fucking get shit
You can fucking have me when I'm blindly mad
So that fists can talk and abuse can scream
Because
You don't get to to fucking bullshit me again
You don't get to fucking apologise again
You're not the better man in this situation because there isn't one
And we're fucking done
Fuck you but not me in any fucking position
Not only because you're a bitch and a cunt
But because I'm fucking done and never again that fucking dumb
YOU ARE READING
Shit rant poems
PoetryThere are so so so many typos and one day, I'll fix them all.....maybe
