Three Wasted Years

Just a poem, I had to rant.

Three years.

Three f*****g years of my life

wasted.

I comforted you,

kissed the ground you walked on,

prayed for you,

changed for you,

loved you,

and cheating is my reward.

Now I see you are a waste of breath,

a waste of my mind space.

I hate what you've become,

and I hate your name.

I hate your bitchy new girlfriend,

and I hate your eyes.

I hate your condisending smile,

and your narcistic attitude.

I hate your laugh,

and I hate your f*****g voice.

You ruin my good day.

You ruin my smile.

You ruin my joy.

You kill my dreams at night.

I can't f*****g stand you.

Reviews

[M. Amphet Salt]

Though, this is your personal feelings, it's art. It's very Post-Modern, it is not terrible, but it is not the greatest. I respect it. Sylvia Plath wrote something like this once for her husband. Not sure what it is called, but if you find it you can always reference people to it, because I like yours better.

I can't f*****g stand you! Now that's a line I love, and would to say to few people.

[Insane&Insecure]

He doesn't have to ruin your day, your smile, or your joy. Maybe you just need to get over him?