AnyaI have never known a more loving drunk,
Well, maybe one.
But you are much cuter when you peck peoples
Lips with your own,
And run away.
But you are the loudest person I ever met,
Well, maybe not.
But second best isn't bad, it means my head
Hurts less when you leave.
You do travel in a pack.
I don't think I've ever seen some one draw better
You make the best brownies
You are the best at keeping secrets.
You are the most patient person I know
You don't fight against my decisions (when they're right)
Well your breasts are the biggest
You have the sexiest legs
You are always a pleasure to be around
Does it matter?
I love you any way.
Isn't that enough?
Because I swear
I will kill any one who says other wise
And you will be there- egging me on and handing me the sniper.
Let me spell it out for youI can only pray,
That you are reading this.
My bow is drawn and the arrow is aimed,
A lethal combination of wit and words,
Viscously wandering towards you
With devious intent.
Maybe my plans should stay a secret,
But obnoxious, oblivious you needs a hand
In understanding the deeper meaning of my work.
The hidden hatred.
Read between the lines, my so-called-friend,
See that situation there?
Remember the mirror image of it?
It happen on the park.
Note the way the words describe you,
If you want I could write a poem to look like you,
So that if you squinted hard enough,
You might understand.
So what if you think I'm being two faced,
I have told you multiple times-
My words are just to clever for your thick skull.
Look a little closer next time.
Try reading between the lines,
Surely watching Jack Black taught you that much.
Look closely at the white space and see
the hidden message designed especially for you.
Perhaps your pretending not to care,
Like that time- yes it too is written down,
YouI can honestly say you,
(And only you)
Make me feel sick when I look at your sickly face.
Every time you utter a word,
My insides undulate defiantly.
When I see you
My head screams in pain,
I can't, I won't.
There is nothing special,
So why do you make me ill?
I refuse, I won't.
I watch you mock strangers,
Wishing it was me,
Just so I could have an excuse
to punch your pretty face.
I refuse to love you.
Plod on.When the world is against you,
When the world wears you down,
When the world gives your grief,
When the world drains your strength,
When the world trips you up,
When the world calls your bluff,
When the world pushes you back,
But when push comes to shove,
Clench your fist,
Set your Jaw,
And break their face.
Preperation for ExamsThe monotonous drain of words,
The marks that differ the grades,
The grades that differ the people.
The will to work,
Along with the time.
And the Energy.
And the ink of my pen.
Read the scrawl along the desk, hope for information to seep across the room...