THE BREAKUP

Looking back, I begin to think.
Tears fill my eyes and I have to blink.
I never thought it would go this far.
But now that things are the way they are,
we cannot ever go back;
this is the way it has to be.

It all started with one simple glance.
I looked at him, and saw my chance.
I vowed to love him, to hold him dear.
But that was changed when his friend was near,
I wanted the baddest thing I could find,
and this boy Cameran simply blew my mind.
Sexual attraction was at its peak.
I wanted him and prayed for him to want me.

But, alas, when my own man found out,
he got mad, and began to pout.
He'd never say what was wrong,
so I sat and waited by the telephone.
It nver did ring, so one day I said,
I might as well get them out of my head.

The next day, I received a note,
and in it, my beloved boyfriend wrote:
"It's over, girl, time to try new things,
I don't like you, and you never liked me.
You promised not to like him,
yet you sit and dream of a foursome."

So I try to hold on to what's already gone.
"It was only a joke," I try to moan.
"I don't believe you," came his reply.
"But I'll do better; let's just try!
Forgive me please! Will you at least give it a shot?"
In the coldest of voices I heard the response: "Probably not."

That's when I finally let go.
I was pissed off and I wanted it to show.
"I'm better than you anyway! You're just a stoner!"
"I am not, and I just went with you to get a boner."
I got sick of being used; I got tired of being exposed,
so with the rise of the middle finger, our relationship was closed.

I wanna go home!

Nah, I just wanna read more of this really cool poetry!