a personal letter

Hey, Jane


Hey, Jane, you taught we never need a cross

To get to heaven or to go across

We sing Taylor's old country tunes

Yet you also like '22'


Oh, Jane, I like the fact that you don't judge

Even though I've gone way too far and much

But what I like about you the most is

How you make a smile with your tender lips


I remember that post-test walk

A lot of things went to our  talk

About that boy's common game

Know that his name rhymes with shame


I like the fact that you like green

You tell the things that you will feel

I hope you won't love that cheat

'Cause when girls cry, he does feast

Author's Notes/Comments: 

"HEY, JANE" is a poem dedicated for my friend in college.


Stupidity is the only way to describe your dipshitty ways
Fucked up beyond a recognition
Living in a shell of a human being
Ignoring what is real for your own pathetic problems
Always got your mind on getting motherfucking attention
Your short attention span doesn't help you to feel what is true
You feel only superficial teenage love and look for it at every turn
Yet another worthless whore looking for attention at every cry

I will no longer grant your pleas
I will no longer care for your issues
I will no longer let you control me
I will no longer let you be my leech

You fucked me over plenty and now your time is done
Your part in my life will be filled with people I deem worth it

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a letter, more than a poem, to a "friend" of mine who was controlling my life.

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