The infatuation, The inspiration.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem I wrote when I was angry at another person.

Submitted: July 14, 2010

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I get my kicks from the thrills.
Your no different from the rattlesnake that kills.
When agitated, or provoked.
Even now you still claim to have choked.
Time kills, the minute hand plays its game.
Even though I tagged along and played softly, the hour hand still claimed its right to fame
’Only time will tell’
Is a statement for the week minded, I yell.
As if your lies weren’t as obvious as your ego.
Next time I’ll take my own chances to just pass go.
Collect my 200 and run.
Never hide from the sun..
again. As I burst into laughter..
I realize. What the fuck is the point to wonder what comes here or after.
So I’ve shutdown my emotions and only feel hate.
See what I care go on another date.
I can’t even begin call this a situation.
At least I know the difference between love and infatuation.
Oh and how I was wrong, How I was wrong.
To have even bothered to play this game this long.
Heres to the night I built today.
Heres to the kiss I threw away.
Heres to the regret I cant win.
Heres to the mistake I’ll never make again.


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