PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Thinkin back to what we had, i'm glad that we never really got back in touch,
i wouldn't really like that much,
seems you were the medic constantly pickin me up,
even cleanin my socks when i got drunk and threw up,

left me at the end of a phone call, since then i've been call waiting,
no elevator music or catchy tune, so i think about hating,
i could hate your guts, be like everyone else,
always shakin my head like a bobblehead on my shelf,

never have i been that type, i take nice to a new level,
but there are many who could consider me the devil,
demonically touchin all the angelic faces,
sprayin mace in every nerds eye glass cases,

cause i'm young, 21, not once been done and won,
caught myself an elephant, then myself gained a ton,
thank god it came up negative and we never had a son,
or a girl to have together, cause i hate you, we're done.