This Poem was written Originally for an assignment in my Creative Writing class that i took last year in high school. God i miss high school =(......but then again College is fucking awesome =P
**WHY SHE HATES ME**
I tried to sleep Poetry off...
like a bad nights drunk.
but she held...
like a bladder on a long road trip.
or a barrel of monkies chain
which is odd,
only because Poetry and I,
have had "issues" since day one.
It's no secret that she hates me...
But she,
she is my cheating spouse.
and I, her ever blissful play-toy
when i cant think of the right words to tell her...
she beats me
with thrown writers blocks,
And she,
she dances over my mind
like a black and white dance floor.
and I, unable to erase her memory
like an etch-a-sketch nightmare,
grab that much tighter.
We do all the things a good couple should...
we sit and talk over alcohol,
we stand and lament over politics,
we lay for days on the bed that words made,
we kiss...
But she,
my Poetry
can not find it in her heart
to forgive me.
Poetry is my slave labor of love...
