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My personal poems I was blinded just like you
I thought he was amazing too
Now I see him for what he is
Nothing less than a childish kid
He uses you for his gain
He makes you suffer intolerable pain
He leaves you then
Never to be seen again
He comes back when he pleases
Playing mind games
He does it for squeezes
He hides the truth for he doesn't know it
He cannot grow for he always blows it
The truth is something that he twists
He only ever gives you gists
He makes it so that you can't grow
The cloak surrounds you
Blocks the truth
He segregates you
From those around
He is male and jelous bound
He tries to hide you from the world
He doesn't want to talk it through
He leaves you finacially red
He makes you wish that you were dead
He couldn't care about anything you said
You go outside so full of dread
Peace is something you get in bed
He can't love to save his life
His lust for women makes his life
It's funny how he says he gave
Nearly put himself in a grave
He only took
He is a crook
About you my boy I could write a book
You cheated on your ex wife
You really messed up her life
You cheated on me
I know you did
Even when you were caught out
You tried to hide it
You lied
You denied it
I have proof and you have nothing
You used my family for money
You conned my mum
You are a bum
Don't pretend that you aren't scum
If your daughter knew what you really thought of her
It would kill her
I lied for you
You useless poo
I hate the way you use her too
I wish that you would end your life
I wish that you would take a knife
Stab it through your wreakless heart
Make your black soul leave and depart
You can let those round you think you're great
But utimately you're a state
Mentally, physically, emotionally, sexually, finacially you use people
You go through the motions to get what you want
Your nothing but abusive
You then become elusive
You try to keep control
But you always take your toll
You're the one that has to live with yourself
I hope that your past always haunts you
I hope that it catches up to you
I hope that you look in the mirror and see yourself as I do
Don't think for a second that your a nice person
You are nothing but a nasty piece of work
Kevin Peter Haywood
From you I am free
