well, that was fast.
drop my heart down the drain
again.

you said you needed a break
cuz of all this emotional stress
but one look tells me it was fake-
and you havent talked to me since.
how can 2 weeks go by,
and it all gets solved?
leave me out to dry-
and forget about our love.
you told me the pressure
of your parents bugging you
about having a boyfriend
was more than you could stand.

so, i look up today
and i've decided i dont care.
but then, i read this
and i realized it was you
who never did anyway.

if you have issues
i could handle it.
but i, i was used-
and you made me feel like shit.

so, tell jon
i say hi.
oh, and abby,
i hope you fucking die.

02/27/2003

Author's Note: this poem is only here because i figured that i should save the absolute worst thing i've ever written, and i'm hard-pressed to find anything worse than this drivel.

Posted on 02/28/2003
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