Bitch, Liar, Player, Slut. Manipulative, Controlling, Spoiled, Snob. This is what I think of When you come to mind. You're cruel and cold-hearted to boot. He may have been with you first, But I'm the one he loves now. Your fling with him was over a year ago, And it is over forever. You can't have him again, No matter how hard you try. He is who I love, And I won't give him up. I don't think he ever meant anything to you, Or you wouldn't have hurt him. I feel sorry for your own man; Y'know, the one you've been with for two years. You say you love him, And want only him, Yet you've cheated on him with My man, Nathen, And Dean, Maybe more. Poor sap, Your man. He ought to know what you're up to, But I won't be the one to tell him. I think it would be funnier To watch you set your own trap; I couldn't get no greater joy. You and my man are still friends, Of which I don't mind, But I'll tell you this: You even DARE try anything with him, And I'll make you regret the day I was ever born. I'll make your life a living hell, I'll smash your little world. You'll wish you never met me, I'll become your worst nightmare. With all that aside, Stop treating me like shit. Who cares if you have money? I'm not impressed. You've become a fashion obsessed prep, Yes, the thing you hate most, And you're posing as an independant thinker. Go ahead, throw your money around, You're not impressing anyone. You once accused me of being the worst human being, And it nearly destroyed my relationship. Is it possible that you only looked into a mirror, And blamed your flaws on me? Your so-called depressed act doesn't fool me; I see right through you, As though you were glass. You expect everyone to bend to your will, But I refuse to do it. Does this make you mad? If so, I don't give a fuck! You feel things must go your way; You're nothing but a selfish, Conniving, Easy little whore. You may think you're perfect, But you're not. Get off your high horse, Before I knock you off.
Reason for writing:
This is about my man's ex. I'm probably going to write other ones about her; I haven't yet gotten out all of my feelings about her. Like my poem says, she's spoiled. Her grandmother died last year, which I'm sorry about, and left her family quite a shiny penny. Before that, the ex wasn't rich, didn't have that much money (but enough to get by). Ever since, she's been throwing her money everywhere, especially in my face. When she doesn't get her way, she acts all pissed and depressed. When people give into her, the act suddenly goes away, and she's happy. Everyone agrees that she's snotty and spoiled, yet I'm the only one who refuses to give in to her. She's still pissed off that me and my man are together. Should she ever read this, she'll know who I am. Not only by my name, but the name's I mentioned. :mad: <-- This is what she makes me!
Birth sign: Leo
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