What day is this?

What day is this?

A Poem by drave

What the f**k??
What THE f**k??
What the f**k am I supposed to do?
I went out...I got drunk without you..
I came home alone...I talked to the waitress that gave me a ride about her man
I told you that I was home as soon as I got there
I missed you tonight
I spilled an insanely sticky drink all over myself
While waiting impatiently for you to respond to me
I openly admitted that I was in a needy mood(implying that I'd totally get over it)
I know that you don't really get shook up over anything as petty as emotions and caring
Unless family is involved...
You warned me..
I was told...
But when you remembered my tastes I was stricken..
And when you took such good care of me I was taken..
And when you drew on me I was possessed..
I never said that I love you..but I see you running off just the same..


© 2010 drave

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Wow! What goes around... You do know what "Yes's" mean, sometimes...? You paid the price - and I can feel your pain. And this is pain! Good rant job!

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New to the site..old to writing..trying to kind of kick start a tired muse. I can handle criticism and am definitely looking for new friends/influences/sources/enemies/co-conspirators/nut jobs/ect... more..

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