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what a brag

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

i never knew blondes can be fake or maybe blonde has evolved into a new/few categories.
i was wrong to think that some things just do not change,
in fact, everything changes and some change for the worse.

to the set of ribs whom proclaimed to hold the truest of love,
yet destroyed the name of it.
to the pair of hands whom protected and shield her beliefs,
and turned her sore, sour, bitter and bull back,
because her crap and brag overwhelmed her own head.
to the beaten and bruised fighter who did not fight but played a game,
of her own, in her own world, from the end to another imaginary end.
yes you, and do not even bother to turn your head again,
to wonder or suspect i might be talking about another.
nobody deserves the throne more than you do.

your method of love and loyalty tickles my swollen toe.
your theory of selflessness is but a selfish and deceiving brag.
nevermind that you took yourself uninvited across oceans and miles,
to blackmail, to threaten, to hurt and yes inflict pain,
to the one you proudly claimed to love.
nevermind that love to your definition is not just obsession, but possession.
nevermind that your ears are selective to hearing,
and tongue is twisted with facts.
nevermind that you insulted my friends and flipped in a second,
with your sorry puppy eyes and a cheap "sorry".
nevermind that you even think i am as sorry and silly as you are.
nevermind that you still think that you have been so tortured,
ruined and what not, because i can certainly forgive the substances
blocking your sanity channels, dodging reality from you.

seriously, nevermind that you must and will use revenge and deceit
to continue to hurt the person you so unconditionally love and worship.
nevermind that i used to think better of your integrity.
nevermind that you probably will never own up to your own brag.
i just sincerely hope you go to sleep each night,
admiting to your own reflection in the mirror that you cannot even recognise.

i wonder how a few coins in your pocket lasted you the way home,
how you didnt freeze to zero like how you claimed you might,
how you got your notebook smashed but not taken,
oh yes yes, and how you bribed the customs of our neighbours with pathetic dollars.
you are our national hero. or zero, whichever you rhyme.
you are the king, you decide.

just, spare my little life, please.
i am only trying to live my life, so very far from yours.
i cannot help but hear and be disturbed by you and how you made yourself clear,
that you will go near the people close to my heart.
leave my friends alone if you have a heart.
didnt you use to call them sluts?

just, spare the one you have loved with all of your heart, head, money and drugs.
she is only trying to get on with life and over the nightmare of you.
her mistake that she cannot help but have a soft spot for you,
her crime that she believed your friendship not once but thrice,
and you returned with betrayal, pain and drama episodes.
the reason why you couldnt let her go is not rocket science.
you just simply didnt love her enough.

just, spare the dog you claimed to own.
and watch your baseless words and groundless statements,
because all these might just slap yourself back in your face.
for you can tell your tall tales to the ones who do not know 2 shits,
but we all know you were in fact the one who wanted to hurt the dog,
and you know, that we know.
nice try in turning that table that is nailed dead to the floor.
dont make me, spill your rotten beans,
dont make me, recite the dairies of your drunken nights.
dont try to make me, lose all respects for you, because i already have.

dont.

posted by peenutkew  # 20:19
Comments:
lets do a jeremy kyle then. anytime. even if you cant wake up. dont insult my intelligence you lack to make up for your lost courage.

P.s i was dumb. but will never dumber than some. hate me you may. i only just began loving myself.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : Wednesday, April 29, 2009 4:45:00 PM
 
lets do a jeremy kyle then. anytime. even if you cant wake up. dont insult my intelligence you lack to make up for your lost courage.

P.s i was dumb. but will never dumber than some. hate me you may. i only just began loving myself.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : Wednesday, April 29, 2009 4:45:00 PM
 
lets do a jeremy kyle then. anytime. even if you cant wake up. dont insult my intelligence you lack to make up for your lost courage.

P.s i was dumb. but will never dumber than some. hate me you may. i only just began loving myself.
# posted by Anonymous Anonymous : Wednesday, April 29, 2009 4:45:00 PM
 
pictures speak a thousand words.
you've never love anyone more than yourself, and its crystal clear of your "love" towards her now.
period.
# posted by Anonymous kel song : Wednesday, April 29, 2009 10:31:00 PM
 
see shirley. this is the the reason why i texted you last nite. hide and seek for the rest of your life.
period. too.
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