I Hate This Poem

First of all I want to say that I hate this poem

Even though the words in it are so true

I hate every word in every line

All because this poem talks about you

That long walk we took was our last

From that day I left you in my past

But somehow your memory keeps coming back

Placing me under constant attack

I try to drown you with the happiness that I feel now

But you just swim up to the surface and pull me under

Why do I constantly think of what you have done?

Maybe because there was no closure

To the thing that we had

That ended the way that it did

It took me too long to realize

Even when I did find out

You felt that you didn’t have to apologize

So on that one word I wait

Until that day that you can finally say

That you were wrong


I hate this poem…

Because it talks about you


I’m sad…

But I’m also glad

That I moved on and found better

Remember that letter?

It’s been torn to shreds

All the feelings you supposedly put into it

Are now dead

Turned into the confetti…

To use at my party

Where the candle was your picture

That day I celebrated your departure

Better yet…

I celebrated the day I escaped your capture

Broke free from the spell

You were no longer the person for whom I fell

They say that time will tell

And it did…


I hate this poem…

Because it talks about you

I wish you’d run up to me again

Act like we were ever friends

All I’ll have to ask

Is if I know you

I want everyone around to hear too

That look on your face will be priceless

I have to confess

That it will be hard not to laugh

At the sight of you looking confused

I’ll simply walk away

With my head held high to the sky

Leaving you behind

Without hesitating to ever look back

You can call to me as much as you like

This guy does as he chooses

And as my feet hit the dirt one by one

I’ll chuck up the deuces


I hate this poem

I really hate this poem

Because I wrote it for   you