I wrote a poem yesterday, a little leary about posting it, oh well who gives a shit.
I fucked you in the bed last night,
while you were soundly sleeping.
I fucked you in the morning air,
while you were barely breathing.
I fucked you in the hallway once,
while peoples steps were flowing.
I fucked you in the garden,
while the roses were still growing.
I fucked you in the park that time,
when it was near midnight.
I fucked you in the car that once,
while pausing at the light.
I fucked you in your mothers bed,
while they were on vacation.
I fucked you on the train once,
again at the train station.
I fucked you the night before,
I caught you with that bitch.
I fucked you the morning of,
I guess you needed to switch.
I fucked your memory for days,
and cried for many nights.
I fucked the fact that you were gone,
but didnt want the fights.
I fucked your house, and then your car,
and many other things.
I fucked the fact you were the one,
and fucked your fucking rings.
I fucked my job not showing up,
and lost all sense of pride.
I fucked my friends and family,
by pushing them aside.
I fucked taking care of who I was,
by not caring anymore.
I fucked my way out of school,
by dropping out like I did before.
I fucked myself by getting drunk,
and fucked my state of healt.
And realized in fucking you,
I only fucked myself.
