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I was (am??) having a crappy, self-confidence void, night.  Which made me think of this one particularly bad relationship I had in college.  So I wrote a poem about it!  ...'Cuz that's what writers do!  It's fresh, raw, & pretty unedited!! 

It didn’t take long

for you to fall for my

charm, and my sweetness

with an edge.

All I had to do was mention

my affinity for smoking pot

before writing class.

You soon figured out that

I’m a ‘Fuck You, I Listen To Harcore

and Eat Nails for Lunch’

kind of girl,

who will compliment you

when you’re feeling down

and hug you when you that doesn’t work.

I love hockey & soccer,

and think football players

can be pansies some days.

I workout as much as my body allows,

but this damn baby face and belly

just won’t go the hell away!!

My demeanor and face say, “Fuck You, I don’t care!”

But my inside says the opposite.

I’d love to step away

and forget our talks and texts,

and our car rides into the nights,

Before you met her.

She was duller than I am,

a little sweeter and a little less tough.

But, “Her body is rockin’.”

(Seriously, flashing the “rock on” symbol

right now??  Lame.)

You warned me that we were nothing

serious, not meant to last.

I’m good in bed, you assured.

But outside...outside just wasn’t a place

where you liked to hold my hand,

my waist, or rub my shoulder.

I should have known it would end like this.

Our pillow-talk was silenced.

You walked hand-in-hand with her,

nodded enthusiastically

when she spoke of Good Charlotte.

I stopped coming over

and you never even tried

to catch my eye again.