is there nothing that can be said that you don’t take personally? i’ve treated you like a precious prince always, even while you were tormenting my reputation. i took your superiority and pointed out your flaws, not to hurt you, so you would see and face it, because i loved you, and didn’t want to simply watch you destroy yourself. oh yes, laugh that someone cares for you. i too can say what i want here, but you don’t know what i really feel for you because i pulled a ‘you’ and shut you out. how does it feel? i’m not crazy for throwing together poetry on silly boards that are not real life, it was fun. like i said, you take everything personally. do you see me desperately accepting your offers to see you? no, you see me refusing to accept your bad treatment of me and of playing a queen everytime you played a jack. it’s just because we’re alike in some ways. you would have done the same thing. i just refuse to stay in my misery all the time, so take my life back as much as i can. again, you are pretending i am some tweaker meth head when you are giving me three little dusts while you yourself smoke the gram, like you yourself are so much better than anything that walks the earth. i stay away from drugs altogether. you, you suffer through your unwanted days just waiting til you can break free every night and coke (and now meth) yourself up because you hate your life too. i face my days sober. people see you as a freak, but me, i loved you. again i am playing a queen for your jack because you have no right shitting on people the way you do.

*stop pretending i’m your siren you. i wouldn’t ride your Hispanic dic. i like my little white boy dic and you can’t bleach your skin, its brown.