Poetic Bullshit, Part 2

Here,

read this, too, you asshole

I know it's poetic bullshit,

but it's my life

do you understand in the least what

I've been through?

I can't believe you

I can't believe myself for caring so much

about you

no, I'm not the most sensitive idiot in the world

but when it comes to people I really care about

treating me like shit -

that gets to me

"what did I do?" you ask

don't ask

half of these fucking poems are for you,

so don't ask

as long as we're being "just friends"

hell, why not "just acquaintances"?

I wanted a piece of your heart,

which I thought was accessible,

but it's too hard for you

you're giving me a headache beyond belief

and I'm about to just say

fuck it.

- Oct. 5, 1984, A.D.