Poetry

I'm Such a Hypocrite

We're so alike, he and I
me and him,
us.
and I hate him.

He never stops talking about her!
How much fun they have together,
How they met
How he loves her
A crackling fire, growing ever hotter
Whiter
Now bluer.
How they're in love,
and I have to sit there and take it.

Well I can't anymore.
What about me?
He never thinks about us,
About how we met.
The dented blue car,
forlornly stationed on coarse gravel.
About how we used to be...
and I can't understand it.
How he could hurt me so much.
How he could hate me so much.

Should I be happy for him?
I know I should be, but
I can't.
If he can give up then so can I.
The green porch, always warm.
Blurry pinpricks of light.
I won't think about it anymore.

And that's when I realise it:
What have I done?

yay for poetry... *sigh* what would we do without it. now here are some haikus. i <3>

Wonderful haikus:
A sucker punch to the neck;
Broken and gasping.

Intimacy
Weeping in the rain.
Personal pity party;
Tickets still unsold.