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Sick of Her Whatevers

Poetry By: Atton Brown
Poetry



Sometimes u hurt and i get it but sometimes i hurt to is what you don't seem to get


Submitted:Oct 22, 2009    Reads: 117    Comments: 6    Likes: 1   


I am

Floating in and out of "whatever's."

Between the "nothings" and "never minds," there is a point.

Beyond the "I don't cares."

Past the "leave me alones".

Transcending the bullshit.

Above the "you don't love me's."

Through the sarcastic "wow's" and "I'll leave you, you jerk."

I hear the words, "I'm afraid. I can't do this anymore.

I can't live a lie. I can't resist

The temptations."

I can't believe it will be this hard once we break down the

Monophobia

Philophobia

We see the future.

Let's stop fooling ourselves.

The immediate future for us

Ain't us at all.





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