Friday, June 4, 2010

fuck you.

You can cry all you want;
I didn't hide a thing.
I wasn't lying
when I said
it was a line I wouldn't cross.

A post dawn rebound
doesn't mean a thing
but forgetting heart break
for a few minutes.

If the situation
isn't working out
that's not my fault;
my decision had no bearing
on your hunt.

You can blame it on me;
I know you will anyway,
that's the way
our relationship's always been.
Were you ever really my friend?

1 comment:

  1. Nice one. Though I've always been more of a poetry or song kind of person rather than prose.

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