Derelict Emotions

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
What do you do make emotions derelict? How do you use some one correctly?

Submitted: November 10, 2010

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I tried my best to remember your name,
but to be frank, I just didn't care.
I tried my best to memorize your number,
but to be frank, I just didn't care.
Now that I think about it, I didn't try.
The words I bled to you with a poetic tone,
were worthless. Completely false, yet it worked.
The hearts and phone calls we exchanged?
They were worthless. Completely false, yet it worked.
Let me tell you a secret: I used you.
Call me bastard, and hate me with all of your heart,
in exchange I'll admit that it hurt a little.
Your derelict emotions left raw and unstable,
I must admit, that hurt a little.
But let me explain what I mean in the simplest of terms.
I. Don't. Like. You. I hate you. I used you.
I broke your trust for sheer laughter.
Now can you mumble who in the end was the bastard?


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