well.. this is not a very *nice* poem.. heh.. but this is
eventually going to be a collection of all my work.. and
this is part of it.. so sari, even though we aren't fighting
anymore, if you happen to read this. you've read it before.
i'm just putting it in here.

***

excuse me, you selfish fucking bitch
when did you become such a 
fucking witch?
i'm the whore?
when you constantly bore me with stories of sex
"hating" me but copying EVERYTHING
i say and do.
explain this one to me
because i'm perplexed.

move on. who's next?
give me your best.
stop fucking lying
i never tried to raid your
pathetic "love" nest.
if i wanted your boyfriend
i would have had him first
remember i said no.
and that's how it really happened.

you're a filthy, slimey,
concieted selfish pig.
a heart so small
matches your ego so big.
i don't want your life
and i NEVER envied you.
pity is all i can offer.

self-centered and YOU closed
all the doors
not me
with your irritating personality.
you're not the person you believe you are
you think your the brightest shining star?
you think you're so god damn great?
then why the FUCK do you always complain
about being surrounded by so much hate.
you don't know what it's like.

feeding off an innocent boy's love
a twisted version you swear
was sent from above.
it's only in desperation you cling.

what comes around goes around
and you'll get yours
knocked off your high horse
with the rest of the mediocre whores.
i can't WAIT to see what's in store.

you'll never know pain though
through those rose coloured glasses
or those "vibrant" green eyes
and those "lush" "long" lashes.
you wench
i hope you're forever stuck
warming the bench.

from here i can smell your hypocritical stench.
how long did i wait on you?
how long did i sit with you while you sulked
and held back tears
and complained and told me how you couldn't stand it
how they all hated you
how your family was evil
believe me it got tiring but i tried for while
then you had jon
and i had gone out of style.

so don't give me or anyone else that bullshit.
i left you?
you left everyone for him.
you say *i* need the guy to be happy?
that's an arguement you'll never win.

but you know what, fuck this
i'm done now.
and all your misconceptions you can keep.
because happiness is coming for me
but you couldn't stick around to help me
out of my slump.
all you did was complain
i was a bump in your good days.
all the memories are becoming
an eerie haze.

i accept that it's over
i accept that we don't work anymore.
but i'll keep all the pictures
because there must be a reason;
there's got to be something we met for.
but it just doesn't work.

goodbye. and don't worry.
i won't miss you much either.

love michelle.