JAIME'S FRED PAGE

An Untitled Poem by Jaime

I'm not sorry
For all the things you've done
The ways you mistreated me
And said it was all in fun

You told me I was yours
With that certain tone
So I would be oblivious
To being all alone

For all the shit you put me through
Your nursery rhymes of pain
I was just a toy for you
To play with again and again

And when the day came for me
To realize your game
You put me back regretlessly
In your black toybox of names

Months passed slowly
What seemed to take forever
Was me appreciating
I was no longer lonely

Then you showed up on my door
In all your drunken might
And ruthlessly shamed me
All throughout the night

You called the next day
To try and apologize
But I told you I was through
With all your little games

You pushed too far
Now YOU'RE playing my game
My pain took you away
To where I hope you die