Done And Gone Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

I hate playing games
and I'm done.
You made your choice
and it's pretty obvious
who she is.
You don't want me
and I understand
you don't want something like me.
Sick of your games
I'm done and gone.
Almost a good-bye
but not just yet.
You go from one to another.
And your only hurting me.
I hate that I'm not good enough,
but what I hate the most
is that you won't admit I'm not.
That SHE is.
Gathering up things
that remind me of you
and burning them.
I won't cry over you
ever again.
HATE that I keep giving in.
CAT attack!
Ha, you don't even get it.
And if you did
you'd never speak to me again.
And if you did
you only would
so you could call me
a three letter word.


Nov.-29-09