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A Poem by Jeremy_Kyle
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Just .. a poem ;)

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Walk past the bedroom door, notice he's not in there.
What the hell?  My love has left?
No. Not yet. Just stay calm.
Thats exactly what you think at first.
But...
Its not right, he has left.
He's gone.
Forever.
Why?, you ask.

Your better off anyways.
He cheated. With her.
 Well, great news huh?
On the news
All your assumptions were wrong.
He didn't cheat, he didn't leave.


He died.
In a shooting.

He went to his college class.

Got shot, four times.

Fell out a third story window.
Landed on pure concrete.


What?
Yeah, its true.



Goodbye Josh.
Jaly screams your name in the middle of a stormy night.

As does Jennifer.
Eve,
Kari,



Even Jack.

Why?
They loved you.

Did you love them?
No.
Nope.
Nah...
Yes you did.
Don't lie.


You loved them alot.

They loved you more?
No.

You loved them more?
No.
You hated them.
Your two-faced.
or are you?!

Life ends.
Don't. Love.
Don't. Hate.




I hate you.
I love you.

Why?

Your stupid, reckless, mean, and gross.
Your beautiful, nice, charming, sweet and wonderful.


Which is true?
Josh is gone.
His wife is missing.

His child was murdered.
by his run-away wife.


God,

you took the wrong person. says Eve.

He never did anything to hurt anyone.


Eve is now dead... He suicide note was to God.


Jack is now happily married.
To Ryan.


Kari is ...

Nevermind.


What is wrong?
The world is strange.
God works mysteriously.

Yet, amazingly.


The End.
(or is it)

Figure this

(Brianna Loves (Josh) Loves Kaileigh)

Did you get is.

Exactly.







Fin.

© 2010 Jeremy_Kyle


Author's Note

Jeremy_Kyle
I just literally wrote what was in my head... I find it interesting.

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Jeremy_Kyle
Jeremy_Kyle

Goodland, KS



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I really enjoy writing. I've started to write a book three or four times but I lose interest in the subject I'm writing about. My best work is done when I'm depressed or angry. I rarely write when I'm.. more..

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