It's a shame

I found out my best friend of 4 years had started dating my ex... from someone else telling me. this is how i feel. written 8/19/05. I was 17

It's a shame it takes pain for me to write a poem like this.

It's a shame that without pain, joy wouldn't even exist.

This is one complex emotion that has plagued all mankind.

Everyone feels it differently; pain leaves no one behind.

it's a shame that those considered geniuses are the most hurt of the human race.

like Jimmy Hendrix's drugs, or Picasso's distorted face.

Or when Beetoven's piano, and Louis Armstrong's horn rings,

they coincide with Maya Angelou's flowing words because she knows why the caged bird sings.

But the pain i discuss right now is not physical wounds and such.

because this ink i use is my proverbial blood because i wore my heart on my sleeve and it just got broken too much. my sorrow is like Ella Fitzgerald's voice when she wasn't taking a puff like it was 1, 2, 3.

Now i want to just run as far away as possible like Albert Einstein ran from his country.

I'm going to tell you about living, although most of you if not all already know.

Variety is the spice of life, the good and the bad, and I'm feeling as low as your monthly bill after you switched to Geico.

But I'm gonna tell you what's on my mind. I'm gonna put this susspense to an end.

my pain and anger is brewing because my ex now dates my best friend.

But i don't even feel like i was played with like a toy.

because only a garden tool sleeps with a dude and his boy.

I feel like her body right now is a badly damaged car.

and she's trying to get more service than cingular's five bars.

And I'm not even bitter. I'm buying her a custom made thong.

the back is gonna say enter the holiday inn. the front is gonna say open all year long.

She hurt me to the point that i walked into a bar.

and when the cops kicked me out, I counted the reasons why i hated her and ran out of stars.

The messed up part is that myt boy was waiting for me and my ex to be done.

while knowing what we had and how we lost a potential daughter or son.

But i'm not even stressing about it. I'l leave it alone.

Because there's something about both of them that helps me drive the point home.

For my ex, you must want that type of man.

it must be really hard having to compete with his right hand.

for my boy, you must really love those hips.

i wonder if you kissed her yet because after the things that she did, you weren't tasting my lips.

And theres last thing that i find so funny that i had to confirm didn't apply to me.

did she tell you that when she went through her little gay phase, one of her lady friends that she kicked it with had HIV???

Author's Note

I know the grammar is atrocious, but this is the way i wrote it back then. let me know what you thought about the comparisons!

Reviews

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Wow.. blazing anger, hurt, resentment, betrayal and so much more racing through this one! Absolutely brilliant job transferring those emotions to the writing too.. so many great lines in this one.. even one humorous one on the warped side but hey.. they say write what is true to your heart and emotions.. this one was really realistic to what another guy would feel in your place:

And I'm not even bitter. I'm buying her a custom made thong.
the back is gonna say enter the holiday inn. the front is gonna say open all year long

So many other lines here ... I say humorous but I know it's not.. these are some very strong hurt emotions flowing out in the form of very slang but intense rhymings. I sure hope you heal from such an ordeal.. this was really intense and provoking.. hope you find someone better! =)

[Gastroc.]

boy oh boy. that sounds like one sticky situation, no pun intended =) the 1st heartbreak tends to be the worst. something you always carry with you. i enjoyed the bitterness of this. i find resentment makes for some good reads. write on.