Ire - Poem by Dan Cummings
I hear you say that you're not feeling good - I don't care.
'Cause I don't either. I told you so. You should've drank some water.
You would've felt better.
Empty cans and broken cigarettes I woke up next to someone I don't know. That's one awkward hello.
I watch her leave and turn on the T.V., but can't not think of what she said to me.
I must forget the anger stirred inside of me, and my bitter - sweet baby.
What's the use? There's no point anyhow because she swims in my blood now. This transfusion should rid you out.
You're not the person you once were; whatever happened to her?
The softest flower sprouting out the sharpest words.
I thought I told you - I'm not sure. Well if not then here are the words.
All your answers lie inside the written word.
So I'm just sitting here wasting time, until I lose my mind or forget why.
But what about the things you said? They're just lies, lies, lies.
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