You berate me with you continual existance
thought it's obvious that I can not comply.
I daresay you wish this absue upon yourself,
but no, that would be to simple.
For I fear you honestly see not what you do.
Your words invade my demeaner.
They rip my soul apart from the core.
For you to say that I betrayed you is wrong,
the abandoned promises were agreed upon.
When wind began to change
and we both lost the sail,
we silently seal a deal.
You and all your stupid feeling,
I wish I could tell you where to put those feeling
and your stupid emo sad pictures
and pathetic faux hawk hair.
I wish I could tell you to go straight to hell.
That's where all the other cowboys are afterall.
Despite all of this,
why is it that when I see all your pathetic ramblings on
about how much you cared
and how much you lost
all I can do is think "Psht!"
I no longer know what to say to you,
I no longer know who you are.
I see your face, the same face,
but it's lost all it's kindness towards anything. |
Submission Name: Where The Cowboys Are
