My, my, my, me, me, meA Poem by LovingJoyYou keep stamping on my feet, my love, claiming it's my fault and blaming me, my love, you make a mess of what was neat, my love, so you can gripe about how it used to be, my love, when you get caught bang to rights, my love, you cry crocodile tears for effect, my love, if you're not excited you cause a fight, my love, you need some-one get it in the neck, my love, you act like a toxic brat at a birthday, my love, who didn't get the pass the parcel toy, my love, no matter how stupid, you have to have the last say, my love, unhappy tension is all you are able to enjoy, my, my, my love. My love is a prop, a crutch for your weakness, your love a tragi-comedy you cannot even see, all the battles you lost brandishing bitter sweetness, fizzing away inside, find no quarter only poisoned sanctuary. Watch you break apart on your own quartering, Every day your shrapnel cuts some-one to the bone, Your finest art is that of graceless self-waterboarding, However will you cope when you end up alone... © 2013 LovingJoyFeatured Review
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