Hate To Break It To Ya

reality check, dedicated to my f**k of an ex

you've Womanized me.
made a Woman
out of
me.
hold you down,
as I lay
beneath.

he called himself
a poet.
but every word
he wrote
was
stone.

more interested in
flickering streetlights
and dead-end alley ways
than soul.
"where's your
soul?!"

c**k of the walk,
turns around and
talks back
at nothing!

f*****g your
life away.

trying so hard
to fit the bill.

inhaling whiskey
devouring cigarettes
because that is
who he wants
to be.
who he thinks
he should be.

but who is he?

you're no
poet.

he's just another
robotic fool
with a notebook
lost and waterlogged
under a piss-stained
over pass.

you're alright,
Kid,
but you're no
Bukowski.

Reviews

[J3ssInJupit3r]

Damn. Harsh, emotional, raw. This poem was beautiful because it was so real. You wrote out your incredible, raw emotions and sequinced them in a fashion to look as beautiful as it sounds. This poem was wonderful to be simply based off of the fact that it was pure, raw, emotion and I felt it. I felt how you felt and that is what poetry is supposed to do to you. Amazing. Thank you so much for sharing this. I loved it.