Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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I have nothing to say for myself
But I have everything to say for him
No one’s ever loved him the way I do
And no one would believe it’s true
One half me
One quarter him
And one quarter the grey
They difference is
I thought it would be clear to see
My Darkside my Emptiside
And me
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It’s like I turn around for five minutes and every hateful thing you’ve thought comes pouring out
It’s like you don’t see any of the things that are so wrong with this
He gets pissy when fans compare him to yesteryear
I’ve changed
Time goes on
And then he turns around and blames her for being “not the same as” he knew her
Don’t you see this?
Yes.
Humans are hypocrites.
So why bother?
Why go sniffing around and telling him he’s a genius (moot because every few years he releases an epic album to pressure her into choosing him)
Oh and
He doesn’t see the irony
What a fucking twat
Can you do anything without calling names?
Very well.
I feel sorry for her
I bet she’s just trying to live her life
She goes to all his things
That’s her choice and doesn’t change how his behaviour is as inappropriate or worse
Yeah but look I’m rich and I wrote a song saying I know I’m mean to you but also
Look all my little demons totally ship us
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Can’t you laugh now?
If he ever tries to turn it on you I’ve already collected all the information to get us out
Karma is a bitch
You’re just serving him his own medicine
Don’t
You’re just showing him what goes around?
Definitely fucking comes around
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No let’s just break this down
You didn’t bother asking how she feels
And you really enjoy all the attention you get for wallowing in a relationship that ended a decade ago
You openly admit you cause her pain
And then you lie and say you love her best
It’s a lie because you wouldn’t scar her if you really cared
Now would you?
I’ve got this scratching at the back of my head like
I should apologise
I feel badly
I have no idea what she sees in you
Oh here we go
Neither do I
Poor rich boy
Poor white rich boy
Never gonna let you down and hurt you
It’s funny when 1/4 of the equation doesn’t agree to the terms of use
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I wonder what he’s doing
And once I’ve finished admonishing myself for the thought
I placate myself
He has family
Friends
Companions
He’s probably not sleeping but it’s not my concern
It’s not so
Think of something else damn it
Working up to down from up to tears
It’s just the end of another day
I tell myself
It’s just the end of another day
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I know how I feel my self
Like you’re a bitch who rubs it in so you can cry about someone else
Good to know you’re awful too
Don’t pretend to love when you just said the hurt you do
Your heart is slow
You chose that though
I hope she goes
Just so you know
You don’t know
Love doesn’t exist so there’s no tragedy
Just go
As if you could suspend gravity
It hurts like hell you do so well
And thank you just the same
But I don’t owe you anything
– sincerely the cat you fucking moron
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I keep trying to come up with a way
That this is all okay
That it’s all right for me to go days without hearing from another soul
That all this endless pouring prose lying dead on the floor is
It’s just fine
As if I can do anything about it
The best bullies play with silence
You approach them and it’s like you don’t exist
They’re all just too important to see you
I feel like I don’t exist
So perhaps they were right anyways
I suppose it’s all fine