You call me obnoxious?
God you're so pretentious
Too hard to even reminisce
How could I ever want this?
Ripping trees out at their roots
Choking on unripened fruit
Saying things before they're true
Time can't even mend these wounds
I tried to stay, called me a quitter
Oh, but hey, you're never bitter
Liked you better during sex
But even then you weren't the best
Sure, I quit the relationship
But you never let me finish
Must be nice not to give a shit
I need another hit, I fucking quit
I sure do love all these maybes
What else is wrong with me baby?
Oh now you tell me that I'm vain?
Oh my love, you're such a pain
Split those hairs and keep on crying
God I'm glad that we quit trying
About the author
Writer and poet with published articles, email campaigning experience, teaching experience, and a completed poetry residency with Free Verse, where I finished my first book of poems, Runcation, on sale now at www.IvanaWrites.com