Rancid Myths Critically, you. You, with a smug uncomfortable grin, as you stutter unfortunate words. "I'm sorry" "let's be friends" "i think of you more as a sister.." Come on! We've all done it before. That untimely phrase in which the day misplaces your heart (and someone elses too). It's not your fault your too damn ugly It just happened as your brain picks out your negative points the paranoia sets in He's still talking "awkward awkward awkward" that's all you hear (though the words are different.) "I want some alone time" 'yeah alone time with some other chick. one with bigger boobs no doubt(and a thinner waistline)' You've stolen some piece of me that piece that laughed and knew how to live. Like some piece of my heart is missing (if i still believed i ever had one/or you for that matter) Gah and your smile when you're with her, that new girl. Frocks and all, she's much hotter and thinner than me. My hoisin hips compared with her lips are nothing. Glazed dumplings for your devouring.... phallibility. I half feel sorry for the creature maybe i should, tell her? ..you know, about the rancid myth you create as you seem to caress you in reality suppress
this was written for a poetry contest in response to the subject of being dumped(or based around the idea of break ups).
