Bore us with your words

foolish girl.

Write about how much he meant.

Feel the ink spill on your lips

and smear it with your tears.

Rhyme the pain about loves loss

A love that was nothing.

Did he care?

Does he know you waste your time

on thoughts of what can never be.

If he did

Would he laugh at your sorrow?

I hear his mocking voice now.

Wash it over your body and remember

Remember the humiliation of this

Drip your memories

and place them before eyes that don't care.

Pathetic poet

When you know what love is

A flowering word will be the lining of a cage

Ripping his soul will be the scented garden

Killing his ego the swing that touches you to the gods

Little girl

If you write about how great you loved him

Get fucking over it and revenge the bastard in words.

03-6-00 Dawn