Thursday, June 11, 2009

to some of you

you
believe the drama because you want to
you
exaggerate the truth because it’s in your nature
you
need someone to fall a step behind
you
can’t help it
you
were raised that way
you
aren’t considering the source
you
are exclusive
you
always have a story
you
make me laugh
you
know all about the life that comes with comfortable shoes
you
make words sing
you
melt my heart
you
have always been in my thoughts
you
suck
you
let me get away with anything
you
have beautifully painted toenails
you
were a bitch in elementary school
you
were my friend
you
took me to the bathroom after I puked in your bed
you
danced with me all night long
you
are nosy
you
are not black
you
don’t know
you
need so much attention
you
want me
you
make me happy
you
need help
you
put my hand out when it caught on fire
you
carried me up three flights of stairs in Chicago
you
said I had a big forehead
you
died
you
are transparent
you
will understand one day
you
are a liar
you
are so focused
you
have a bad tattoo
you
have an unfortunate name
you
hurt me on purpose
you
didn’t know I could spell
you
should not have touched me there
you
are privileged
you
never apologized
you
always help
you
are jealous
you
are not my friend
you
spit milk out your nose
you
didn’t tell when I stuffed my bra
you
were a good kisser
you
are a phony
you
were cute
you
have ugly feet
you
must not know what it feels like
you
should be more honest with yourself
you
need a job
you
are neglectful
you
don’t respect your parents
you
have a nasty home
you
should not have children
you
smoke too much weed
you
are an idiot
you
are absentee
you
will miss me
you
have great taste
you
wore too much spandex
you
have tits that look like empty socks
you
are fortunate
you
are so honorable
you
should try harder
you
are always unhappy
you
will never get what you want
you
know all my favorite movies
you
are a weird dude
you
are a loud talker
you
won’t get out of the garage
you
won’t take me on an adventure
you
played Ratt on the stereo
you
wore jean cutoff shorts, too short
you
look very different
you
need to buy an rv
you
don’t act like a professional
you
are bitter and old
you
need another drink
you
got me on a plane
you
pretended not to notice me in the bar
you
broke my heart
you
are a horrible teacher
you
don’t know twat
you
love happy hour
you
will hate me one day
you
will never really know me
you
had a giant bush
you
tracked mud through the house
you
liked crystals
you
look like her
you
should be my friend
you
i loathe
you
are so short you fit in my armpit
you
aren't worth my tactics
you
let me shoot the gun
you
had a sinker in your toilet
you
always have stuff in your teeth
you
have a big voice
you
say butter and it's weird
you
stepped on my cat's tail
you
are not allowed to say, "wow"
you
didn't save me
you
hit me at the bus stop
you
made me feel special at your home
you
got a second chance
you
don't understand me

1 comment:

Tina said...

I'd like to think I don't always have stuff in my teeth, and that I just make you laugh. But, I guess I could make you laugh if I had stuff in my teeth...

That was thoughtful with a truth that is melancholy, yet beautiful.