This is my life, this is the story of my life, this is really only about one particular way I used to look at my life.
This is a poem about you, Sherry, except that it really isn't.
You know the first time you tapped me on the shoulder to ask me if I played D&D and what that was like and my heart sang because the most beautiful girl in the world had just talked to me and I tried in vain of something witty to say and all I came up with was a clumsy shy yes, "yes I do?"
No you don't.
For one thing it took a boob and nose job, dieting, working out like a crazed person before you started talking about being as beautiful as I had always believed you to be.
For another thing, you were so smart except when you weren't and that was probably because they good looking boys only paid attention to you when you were whacky and acted like a dumb blonde.
It always confused me to no end why you would stop being the girl I was so in love with and put on this other girl like squeezing into a pair of too tight blue jeans. Always ready to be the butt of a joke, always bursting at the seams.
This poem is more than what it seems, it is also how you stomped all over my dreams.
At best this is a rant about how one sided the biggest and often most important thing to happen in my life was. It is also the sad understanding that how overrated my credit was where your failing were concerned. The truth be told, you probably never even knew that I sang every love song with your name interjected in place of Jenny, Kelsey, Melany, and yes Sherry.
This poem is all about you- except that it isn't.
It's about me.
it's about me throwing away the most precious emotion I had to offer any other person in hopes that you would stop one day and like the storm clouds clearing up in the sky, drop the milk in the middle of the kitchen and say to no one in particular. "Of course, now I see!"
It not about you, save that you broke my heart more times than I can count and turned me out into the night to face my utter failure to grow beyond you and find someone more deserving, someone actually worth all the tears and suicidal tendencies.
It's not your fault, no one deserves such sweet empathy.
It's not your doing, if you want to look at it that way, it's my problem really.
This poem is all about you...except it is really about the lack of you and me.
There is no way I can hope to make you pay
just like there was never more than the few moments we played D&D.
This is a poem about a very near thing to tragedy-
but thankfully this is a poem that is not really about you.
It is a poem about realizing there was more to life than one unhealthy love, that there is more than all this to be.
This is a poem about you, Sherry, except that it really isn't.
You know the first time you tapped me on the shoulder to ask me if I played D&D and what that was like and my heart sang because the most beautiful girl in the world had just talked to me and I tried in vain of something witty to say and all I came up with was a clumsy shy yes, "yes I do?"
No you don't.
For one thing it took a boob and nose job, dieting, working out like a crazed person before you started talking about being as beautiful as I had always believed you to be.
For another thing, you were so smart except when you weren't and that was probably because they good looking boys only paid attention to you when you were whacky and acted like a dumb blonde.
It always confused me to no end why you would stop being the girl I was so in love with and put on this other girl like squeezing into a pair of too tight blue jeans. Always ready to be the butt of a joke, always bursting at the seams.
This poem is more than what it seems, it is also how you stomped all over my dreams.
At best this is a rant about how one sided the biggest and often most important thing to happen in my life was. It is also the sad understanding that how overrated my credit was where your failing were concerned. The truth be told, you probably never even knew that I sang every love song with your name interjected in place of Jenny, Kelsey, Melany, and yes Sherry.
This poem is all about you- except that it isn't.
It's about me.
it's about me throwing away the most precious emotion I had to offer any other person in hopes that you would stop one day and like the storm clouds clearing up in the sky, drop the milk in the middle of the kitchen and say to no one in particular. "Of course, now I see!"
It not about you, save that you broke my heart more times than I can count and turned me out into the night to face my utter failure to grow beyond you and find someone more deserving, someone actually worth all the tears and suicidal tendencies.
It's not your fault, no one deserves such sweet empathy.
It's not your doing, if you want to look at it that way, it's my problem really.
This poem is all about you...except it is really about the lack of you and me.
There is no way I can hope to make you pay
just like there was never more than the few moments we played D&D.
This is a poem about a very near thing to tragedy-
but thankfully this is a poem that is not really about you.
It is a poem about realizing there was more to life than one unhealthy love, that there is more than all this to be.
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