Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • 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

    同じだよ

    これ

    同じ

    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

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