For Jake

this is a poem about a guy who I thought was an angel, but ended up being a total jerk. So here's to you Jake, you fat b*****d.

You told me it didn't matter

If I was pretty or insane

You told me it didn't matter

How much weighted I gained

You tole me it didn't matter

If I wanted someone else

Because you told me you wanted me to be happy

 

You told me you found someone else

Who was better looking then me

You told me "Good Luck Babe"

And that was the end of that

 

 

My heart is now in peices

My confodence in shreads

The way I'm feeling, baby

It makes me wish I was dead

 

If this is the way you treat me

I have one thing to say

I wish you the best of luck

In the game you wish to play

 

Have fun with your new b***h.

 

~Raine~