A Bitter Suite
So these are kinda harsh, but there's something to be said for the power of anger. These were written as catharsis at the end of something that went on too long. I'll call them Hers and His, just cause that's the way they were directed.
Hers
So, its come round again
another time
to say goodbye
another change
another chance
I think this time our romance
is dead.
I've not the heart
to give my heart to it
any more.
I'll miss
your kiss
for a while, but
objectively speaking,
you're growing
fat
pasty
withered
loosing your looks
just as mine
are coming to me.
It may be a shallow observation
I certainly don't base my relationships
on looks
but if one must fish -
better bait
better catch.
His
You’ve no conception
how much I despise
who I think you are.
So much hate
I cannot entertain
thoughts
of your existence
which contradict
my picture of you:
patient opportunist
scavenging in the rubbish of decaying relationships
smart smug smooth liar oozing
perfectly rational explanations
pretender to the throne of Higher Truth
motivated by the twitchings of a little dick.
You purloined a piece of my (once)beloved's heart
I cannot entertain
thoughts
of your existence
which are not dark ugly venomous.
This will not change.
jimmy shaker writes this
