I Hate My Pen Poem by Augustine Sheek

I swear it to be false I swear it to be gone I swear it wont happen again, ascends my voice as I quietly scream at my pen.
Don’t make me write it, don’t you dare I don’t love him, now stop the stare!
It is over don’t you see.
He has a girlfriend, so there is no me.
Not for sex, not for fun, not for anything because were done.
He doesn't love me, he loves her.
I don’t love him, I said I don’t!
Don’t say that pen, your full of lies, your full of poo you doodle doo.
Stop the shenanigans pen, and denial isn't my middle name, and I don’t appreciate the attitude!
Just because he makes me warm when he isn’t here and just because my knees go week thinking of before, doesn't mean nuffin.
I don’t love him stupid pen so drop it.
Oh yes you will write the truth, that is what were doing! !
I am being honest pen I don’t love him.
Who told you anything all you do is write, so do it!
Don’t tell me how my heart hurts when he’s not around
Don’t remind me of the tears that shook my core inside.
Don’t remind me of the morals and laws of nature I have disregarded to be near him.
Don’t remind me of the pathetic attempts I made to make him change his mind.
Don’t remind me of the ache that emanates from my heart
Don’t remind me of the depressed look on my face weeks after it ended.
Don’t remind of his curls or perfect smile.
Don’t remind me of his grip on my face when he looked into my eyes
I do NOT miss any of it, especially his precious kiss! ! !
I don’t care about the adorable facial hair he grows, or his immaculate house
or his passionate eyes that pierce my soul.
Don’t remind me of his laugh or any of his brilliance.
Don’t remind me of the way he makes me feel.
Its bullshit pen, now stop it!
Bury it under the sea and forget it, what good is it to dwell?
What good is it to know?
What good is it at all pen, if all I feel is numb?
No it isn't because of denial and it isn't because I am good at it either.

I hate you pen, its over!