it don't matter just how many times you say it or my obsession with you, god knows on it you'll prey on it how many times have i waited to see what you wanted sold and really, how old? because thats the way it will end the court of law waiting, the trial will pend and there it is, the way you used to make me smile then we lost touch, i missed you for a while even thought i was ready to walk to lisle for you i didn't walk a goddamn mile for you cause even when i say that im not lost you indicate the invisible line that i crossed and it eats me up that every time that i see you you smirk i used to think it was cute, but its just an annoying quirk. and every time i used to say that i loved you you'd say to me that just cannot be true so i think, whatever you say i think on everything but the fucking kitchen sink and when i see you with him at the skating rink i smile but call you a fucking fink and i think, whatever you say i think everyother time that you give me that fucking wink you want my back up and like a cat i slink don't say it, you just fucking stinkBirth sign: Aries
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