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Poems This is just junk that I have been writing latley that I don't really know what to do with. It's very disgruntaled and is fueled by people or things I see...usually. I dunno...

The Gift He Gave Her '99
What I Should Think of You '99

The Gift He Gave Her

She doesn't know what you think, you Ignorant fuck!
You never told her. You just wiped off, zipped up and left.
Of all your sinns that is your worst.
Why didn't you tell her?
"Oh yeah that was worth destroying your humanity. Oh baby, yeah ."
You didn't think of that?
You did her enough favours for one night?
The vaginal tares, the bruised face, the blood, and of course stepping on her mouth. 7 teeth, god...
Oh, yes. You did her enought favours for one night.
A lifetime...

What I Should Think Of You

Nothing. Thats what I should think of you.
But of course, me being me, it is not that simple.
I hate you.
I hate you for no reason that makes any sense of any kind.
I hate you for what you may have done.
Having no actual proof or reason for thinking that you did anything...but you know *shruggs*
I hate your bitch ass anyway.
I have to control myself anytime you are near me.
Control myself from grabbing your scabby little neck and hauling you into a bathroom and beating, what is none of my business, out of your face.
Of course you are totally oblivious to this.
Thinking I think nothing of you...or possibly that I even like you.
Sorry deary, I don't.
I hate you.
As uncalled for as it is...I do.
And I like to.
It is not going to change.