Rolling Stoned

With the color of caution, and the texture of a rotten banana,

You are the rodeo clown,

Which distracts me from the angry bull I’ve become.

Everyday you wake to an orgy of drugs and dirty hip hop music,

Paint your face,

And become the ‘where waldo?’ of society.

To see you is to accomplish a rarity

Only comparable to witnessing a mangled car wreck.

But as with all car wrecks there was a time of graceful elegance

In which smooth sailing was the objective.

A time when you and I had something I considered to be worth while.

But that was a mere allusion.

It took the end to make me realize

The intoxicating spell you had me so blindly under.

Just like the rest,

I would have taken a knife to the temple in your glow-in-the-dark honor.

The word “jump” spoken from your tasteless lips

Incepted in me the gratifying urge to ask “how high?”

And when it did turn sour,

I was left broken with a throbbing heart

Which I am still struggling to get off my sleeve,

While your heart is powdered to your face

And thus never skipped a single beat,

Making me the pining virgin who just couldn’t get over you.

Well I’m no longer that naïve little boy,

Infatuated with you mirage.

I’ve waded through your ever-thickening bullshit

To see you for the hoax you really are.

And look at you now,

Homeless and attached to you silly addictions of heroin and dick,

Everyone know every intimate detail of the pornography you call your sex life.

If only you could have seen in me

What you were so convinced I could never be.

But you had you shot babe,

And you blew it sky.

I long for the day you come across these fateful words

And realize what the real world thinks of you.

Congratulations on your ‘freedom’

The emptiness fits you well.

Author's Note

Its basically a big fuck you to an ex. Every detail of this irony is true as well. Pissed off writing is always fun too.

Reviews

[Robin]

you let your pen loose and it shreds , and another great ending

[Emily Quinn]

Wow. Soo much emotion in here, it seems like a roast but one not intended for comedic effect, more so to vent. I know people like this, from what I gather from your descriptions.
"...and the texture of a rotten banana.." ouch.
Aparently you had a lot of feelings for this person at one time... and still do, only now a little less friendly... just a little.
Anyway, you wrote this very well, the words you chose apinted a picture perfectly and I love the comparisons you chose to use