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Unfortunate
Its funny...
I was just thinking of you
Then you called.
Remember how that always used to happen?
And instantly,
my heart broke all over again,
hearing that familiar laugh
you make when you're nervous..
I let you tell me how much you
miss me...need me...
shoulda never left me
as I release a bitter exhale
your voice becomes static
in the background,and all I
can hear are your last words
to me,9 months before
this phone call
when you left me
for her.
For her,and her green eyes
For her,and her round ass
For her,and her creamy thighs
You said it was fate,
that she was meant for you.
I told you,it would never last.
Then you started talking real fast
because you know me,
and your time
was running out.
As your conversation gathered
that fevered pitch of desperation
like the last bet on a loosing
night for a gambler
You tell me that you were wrong
you tell me that she has moved on
you tell me she has a new lover
you tell me that you and
Miss Green-Eyes are through
that you are
staying at your mother's,
and at this I smile,
I have to
your mother never deserved
a piss poor son like you.
Now my thoughts,are sharp
as I interrupt with
"Oh yeah? And how IS
your mother these days?"
You, being typical you
are left stuck, not even sure
of what to say..
"She's fine...."
and before that
damning BUT comes out of your
lying-ass mouth,
I shut you down.
I tell you Im glad to hear
that your mom is fine,
and 'look at the time'
As you stammer
for your next words
I tell you not to call again
and 'oh Im so sorry
for your luck.
Hope it all works out.'
Upon hanging up
in mid sentence
I realize that this phone call
had been all I ever wanted from you,
after everything was over.
I told you
you would regret this -
I told you so!
when all I ever wanted to do
was love you.....
How Unfortunate
I was just thinking of you
Then you called.
Remember how that always used to happen?
And instantly,
my heart broke all over again,
hearing that familiar laugh
you make when you're nervous..
I let you tell me how much you
miss me...need me...
shoulda never left me
as I release a bitter exhale
your voice becomes static
in the background,and all I
can hear are your last words
to me,9 months before
this phone call
when you left me
for her.
For her,and her green eyes
For her,and her round ass
For her,and her creamy thighs
You said it was fate,
that she was meant for you.
I told you,it would never last.
Then you started talking real fast
because you know me,
and your time
was running out.
As your conversation gathered
that fevered pitch of desperation
like the last bet on a loosing
night for a gambler
You tell me that you were wrong
you tell me that she has moved on
you tell me she has a new lover
you tell me that you and
Miss Green-Eyes are through
that you are
staying at your mother's,
and at this I smile,
I have to
your mother never deserved
a piss poor son like you.
Now my thoughts,are sharp
as I interrupt with
"Oh yeah? And how IS
your mother these days?"
You, being typical you
are left stuck, not even sure
of what to say..
"She's fine...."
and before that
damning BUT comes out of your
lying-ass mouth,
I shut you down.
I tell you Im glad to hear
that your mom is fine,
and 'look at the time'
As you stammer
for your next words
I tell you not to call again
and 'oh Im so sorry
for your luck.
Hope it all works out.'
Upon hanging up
in mid sentence
I realize that this phone call
had been all I ever wanted from you,
after everything was over.
I told you
you would regret this -
I told you so!
when all I ever wanted to do
was love you.....
How Unfortunate
Published 3rd Mar 2012
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3rd Mar 2012 00:58am
Mwhahaha! That's what he gets! Good for you for staying strong. So many girls would've taken him back anyways. Wonderful read :)
3rd Mar 2012 1:17am
3rd Mar 2012 1:02am
i know this feeling all to well ..shoulda coulda woulda and i shoulda listen days..but they went for the prettier face the slimmer waiste the sexier her ..leaving behind the one who wasnt afraid of uttering those 3 words..
-sighs- love is such ah run around ..
great piece
-sighs- love is such ah run around ..
great piece
3rd Mar 2012 1:21am
I know thats right PIP,( Perfectly Imperfect) I tried to emphasize why the graass isnt greener most men dont realize that till we are gone.Thanks for reading this whenever you respond I feel like I have a long distance sister out there giving me a high five!
3rd Mar 2012 1:33am
awww that ment alot..you inspire me to open my heart more in my poems ..you give me such inspiration and it feels like i know you ..even tho were so far apart your poems speak directly in my heart
Anonymous
3rd Mar 2012 1:04am
Revenge is a dish best served cold. No point denying it - every jilted lover longs for this moment. And often the worst part of being jilted is the realization that one's beloved was a total asshole - that everyone could see that but you. If only you got the chance to let them know you knew that...and then you do!
The poem opens with a scenario we all recognize. I felt you missed an opportunity to contrast how those 'magic moments' of the honeymoon period take on a very different feel when the honeymoon is over and the wine has turned sour. Great stuff as usual from you. I offer my usual edit.
Its funny...
I was just thinking of you
Then you called.
Remember how that always used to happen?
And instantly,
my heart broke all over again,
hearing that familiar laugh
you make when you're nervous..
I let you tell me how much you
miss me...need me...
shoulda never left me
as I release a bitter exhale
your voice becomes static
in the background,and all I
can hear are your last words
to me,9 months before
this phone call
when you left me
for her.
For her,and her green eyes
For her,and her round ass
For her,and her creamy thighs
You said it was fate,
that she was meant for you.
I told you,it would never last.
Then you started talking real fast
because you know me,
and your time
was running out.
As your conversation gathered
that fevered pitch of desperation
like the last bet on a loosing
night for a gambler (Loved THIS)
You tell me that you were wrong
you tell me that she has moved on
you tell me she has a new lover
you tell me that you and
Miss Green-Eyes are through
that you are
staying at your mother's,
and at this I smile,
I have to
your mother never deserved
a piss poor son like you.
Now my thoughts,are sharp
as I interrupt with
"Oh yeah? And how IS
your mother these days?"
You, being typical you
are left stuck, not even sure
of what to say..
"She's fine...."
and before that
damning BUT comes out of your
lying-ass mouth,
I shut you down.
I tell you Im glad to hear
that your mom is fine,
and 'look at the time'
As you stammer
for your next words
I tell you not to call again
and 'oh Im so sorry
for your luck.
Hope it all works out.'
Upon hanging up
in mid sentence
I realize that this phone call
had been all I ever wanted from you,
after everything was over.
I told you
you would regret this -
I told you so!
when all I ever wanted to do
was love you.....
How Unfortunate
The poem opens with a scenario we all recognize. I felt you missed an opportunity to contrast how those 'magic moments' of the honeymoon period take on a very different feel when the honeymoon is over and the wine has turned sour. Great stuff as usual from you. I offer my usual edit.
Its funny...
I was just thinking of you
Then you called.
Remember how that always used to happen?
And instantly,
my heart broke all over again,
hearing that familiar laugh
you make when you're nervous..
I let you tell me how much you
miss me...need me...
shoulda never left me
as I release a bitter exhale
your voice becomes static
in the background,and all I
can hear are your last words
to me,9 months before
this phone call
when you left me
for her.
For her,and her green eyes
For her,and her round ass
For her,and her creamy thighs
You said it was fate,
that she was meant for you.
I told you,it would never last.
Then you started talking real fast
because you know me,
and your time
was running out.
As your conversation gathered
that fevered pitch of desperation
like the last bet on a loosing
night for a gambler (Loved THIS)
You tell me that you were wrong
you tell me that she has moved on
you tell me she has a new lover
you tell me that you and
Miss Green-Eyes are through
that you are
staying at your mother's,
and at this I smile,
I have to
your mother never deserved
a piss poor son like you.
Now my thoughts,are sharp
as I interrupt with
"Oh yeah? And how IS
your mother these days?"
You, being typical you
are left stuck, not even sure
of what to say..
"She's fine...."
and before that
damning BUT comes out of your
lying-ass mouth,
I shut you down.
I tell you Im glad to hear
that your mom is fine,
and 'look at the time'
As you stammer
for your next words
I tell you not to call again
and 'oh Im so sorry
for your luck.
Hope it all works out.'
Upon hanging up
in mid sentence
I realize that this phone call
had been all I ever wanted from you,
after everything was over.
I told you
you would regret this -
I told you so!
when all I ever wanted to do
was love you.....
How Unfortunate
3rd Mar 2012 1:32am
I did miss some more info in this piece, do you thing I should rewrite? I think I might to add that extra crust so folks could bite into it alil more... Yes by jove I think a reqrite is coming!
and I used the technically corrected version.
(where wouldI be without your assistance in my grammatical correcness!) (smile)
and I used the technically corrected version.
(where wouldI be without your assistance in my grammatical correcness!) (smile)
