To The Boy I Wasted My Summer On And Gave Too Much Of Myself Up For Poem by Vaida Marea
To The Boy I Wasted My Summer On And Gave Too Much Of Myself Up For
Maybe you will love her.
After all, she made you want to be hers.
But why not me?
I gave you everything I had.
Innocence wasted in the summer heat.
I lit you up like the end of your fifth cigarette that night.
I swam through your veins like liquor and blood
I gave you the only part of me that was still whole.
And you'd take and you'd take
Bleeding me dry.
You f***ing parasite.
All I ever wanted was for you to give me something
I didn't want payment or promise
Just something important, that meant I was important
I wanted to be yours.
Be happy with her.
Be happy with the knowledge that you conquered me
Damaged me
F***e d me
I am constantly trying to fix the part of me you broke
But go on with your life
You never cared before
I don't expect you to now
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4/24/2024 5:13:32 PM # 1.0.0.1119
pent up anger.... projected and blown up.... hardly worth a mention in a few months....but a raedy and potent mix for poetry...for poetry thrives in such waters...troubled waters...! ! ! nothing like an aching heart and soul to give that extra punch to lines well expressed.... cheers