He Can Keep Dreaming

He Can Keep Dreaming

A Poem by Airila
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So this cocky a*****e thinks that by calling Yuffy to the arcade was gonna intimidate me =_=

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So why does this cocky a*****e think that calling you there will intimidate me?
He looked so stupid. "Gimme a call I need to call *Name deleted*
He thinks that by calling you I'm gonna be all nervous
Ha! He...and you have got another thing coming

I'm so past over you and your bullshit
I'm done crying over you
I'm done feeling pain (well maybe not really)
But yeah

Just like how I'm nothing to you
You're nothing to me
No wait, you're just a piece of crap
Crap that landed on my shoe.

Yeah. I went there.

Granted, you were nice to me
And granted you were a good f**k
But that's all you were
Yes you, were ''a notch under my belt''

You think you're the only one that can use people for sex?
Think again, cuz I did use you too, just didn't realize
You said it "I'm here to serve
Whenever you need it, just call''

The only reason I even stopped going there
Was cuz I made a deal (with your friend) never to go back there
But we both broke the deal
And I have free reign to go back there whenever I want

Cuz you're not the reason I started going there
Granted I met you there to head to your place
I went there before I started talking to you
And I'll go there even after what happened between the 2 of us

So your friend can keep thinking that by calling you I'm gonna be intimidated
But I still do give 2 s***s about you
If you get hit by a bus, I'll be shattered
If you die, I'll shed 1 tear, but that's as far as it goes.

We're both nothing to each other
and I really don't care anymore
You can't hurt me anymore
You used me, and I used you

So now we're even.
 

© 2009 Airila


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Added on November 30, 2009

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Airila
Airila

Kingston, Jamaica



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