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Going Down
Fuck you and your overwhelming fuck face,
You can only curse because you don't know the taste.
You've never been looked at with eyes of scorn,
You've never felt your heart when it's torn.
Don't pretend you know anything about life my dear,
I'm your best friend, I know what you fear.
You can push me away with your anger and malice,
But in the end it's me who will win the chalice.
I may look benign and no danger to your social status,
But darling I can do anything with this madness.
Who was it that talked you off the ledge before?
Honey, I can talk you right back up, to hit the floor.
I'm not so attached to your little persona,
That I'd mind all that much to be a loner.
But alas, my world doesn't evolve around you,
I know you think it does, but darling that ain't true.
I don't know who filled your head with lies,
Your self important attitude is making me dead inside.
Honey, if you're going to whine as you are,
Then this building hatred of mine is going to leave a scar.
I'll push your conniving ass off the highest balcony,
Just to curb your self devastating vanity.
Tell me, when you look in the mirror and pile the makeup,
Do you foresee this "oh-so-tragic" break-up?
This was a long time coming, the table's turned around.
I know you know, I was never the one who was going down.
You can only curse because you don't know the taste.
You've never been looked at with eyes of scorn,
You've never felt your heart when it's torn.
Don't pretend you know anything about life my dear,
I'm your best friend, I know what you fear.
You can push me away with your anger and malice,
But in the end it's me who will win the chalice.
I may look benign and no danger to your social status,
But darling I can do anything with this madness.
Who was it that talked you off the ledge before?
Honey, I can talk you right back up, to hit the floor.
I'm not so attached to your little persona,
That I'd mind all that much to be a loner.
But alas, my world doesn't evolve around you,
I know you think it does, but darling that ain't true.
I don't know who filled your head with lies,
Your self important attitude is making me dead inside.
Honey, if you're going to whine as you are,
Then this building hatred of mine is going to leave a scar.
I'll push your conniving ass off the highest balcony,
Just to curb your self devastating vanity.
Tell me, when you look in the mirror and pile the makeup,
Do you foresee this "oh-so-tragic" break-up?
This was a long time coming, the table's turned around.
I know you know, I was never the one who was going down.
Published 11th Mar 2015
| Edited 17th Mar 2015
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13th Mar 2015 00:07am
Doomed from the beginning it sounds. Tragic when we already know nothings going to last.
13th Mar 2015 00:46am
13th Mar 2015 6:34pm
love the intense emotion in this poem, it reminds me of a song but I can't remember the name but it has the second to last line of your poem in it.
13th Mar 2015 10:36pm
ah, I think I know of that song, I felt like it was familiar but I couldn't figure out where so I thought maybe I had thought of it before. But yeah, now that you mention it, I do think it's in a song. Oops. Oh well.
13th Mar 2015 10:58pm
