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You never were pursuing me

You never were sincere

All your words were said for show

So you could post the results here.

 

You took my real life troubles

And turned them into poems

You took your half-assed attraction to me

And used it for your show.

 

I might forgive, perhaps

But you take it further than that-

You are selfishly promoting yourself

This has nothing to do with

art or poetry or rhyme or feelings!

You are a SELFISH ADDICT

You are thinking ONLY OF YOURSELF.

All along, my words to you

were milked for your selfish gain.

 

You are sick in the head

I am disgusted, to say the very least

I am realizing now what has happened-

 

All along, there were no intentions

of you ever coming to me.

Never did you plan

to step out of your show

never was this a stepping stone to something real

 

All along I believed

you did this to pave the way

 

You are nothing but a liar

and the sad thing is,

when you break free from this mess

you are going to want a good person in your life

 

where will I be?

not with you, not near you

nothing to do with you

 

You are the most disgusting,

full of s**t,

loser, weak, lying

fat a*s, smelly feet

lonely, addicted, perverted

CREEP that I have ever known,

 

You disgust me, to say the least

Afraid you are of me

Hiding from reality

Wallowing in your misery like

some emo kid

 

you speak as a woman

you write of sex from a woman's perspective

that is SICK, my friend

 

you have no shame, no remorse

no apologies have come my way

only weak attempts show me you have a pulse

 

Trent, oh my goodness

I am so disgusted it's embarrassing

I cannot believe

I got tangled with you

 

guess I really was out of it

when I was sick

 

I am healed

I am seeing

I am knowing

I am hearing

stronger than ever before

 

I have been deceived

by you all along!

YOU HAVE BEEN LYING TO ME THIS ENTIRE TIME, NEVER TAKING THE TIME TO SET ME STRAIGHT.

you placed this virtual world ahead of all other aspects in your life, including your own children.

Where are you, Trent?

Where is the Daddy in you?

Where is the friend?

Where is the good guy?

Adios, amigo

once more

 

this is my own fault

for getting bored enough

to read your pathetic words

happens every time.

 

later, Trent. As you sit in your smug silence, surrounded by your fake girlfriends, when all along one good real one stood beside you, waiting to be healed.

 

I am all better.

You need to get better too.

 

I wish you well.

I thank you for the amusement, that's all.

 

You are a SICK F**K.

 

 

Reviews

[Psyche]

Very emotional and raw, I think I am going to like your writing as well as this group. You definitely had a lot to say on that loser Trent. Trust me when I say this, "Women need men, like fish need bicycles" a quote that was the essence of the Woman's lib movement. Great writing!!