Infuriated
Infuriated, with u I am
Hope that I can provoke and irritate u with all the things I'm about to say. As thoughts of u consume me like wild fire racing, teardrops faking, lonesome being, just leave me here bleeding. While lying there I'm finally noticing the cold hearted truth about u in everything u say and do. It's all without meaning coming from you. My example of this is me. Can u hear me..ya you do. You found a devastated woman lost in pain, trying to break free from all my suffering. Advantage of that u took, my weakness u didn't even give it a second look. This immoral game u played with me, knife already there u dug it in deep, I'm fighting to breath. Treating me as if I were nothing, nothing at all. Just a to u is all I was, when it was feasible for u to by. Didn't even realize it til the end, u just needed a place to hang to hide to pass some of ur time by. Telling me what I wanted to hear, all of it lies. Til u got what u wanted from me, then u left without so much as a goodbye or a u!! But not today, not ever again u ed up, scorned the wrong . So here's my conclusion despite all the confusion: throughout all of what you have shown me on who u really are this is the impression you have left me with me so far;
Hey cold blooded "opportunist" with a vile heart and a rotten soul to beat. Maybe not even one at all. You lack empathy from what I've seen. Using anyone for anything, til they're all used up and empty. No cry shall u ever cry, no tears will ever fall from ur eyes. You feel no real emotions to let a teardrop fall. There's nothing in that blackened heart of yours. Only feeling what suits ur fancy and screw everyone else, is how u end things.
WTF is wrong with u..to honestly think I'm gonna let it go, the ed up way u treated me. Na, that I'm ending this in a tactical way u'll see. You've warned, I'm coming, u'll never see it. This poem is done and KARMAS a and in the end u'll be the one needing a stitch. So here's some final words for u to think about:
Atrocious, foul, forsaken, ruined and pathetic.
Until we meet again,
Blast! That is for ur mouth...
Copyright © Jasmine Isbell | Year Posted 2020
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