I remember everything about your touch,
How you've stolen a part of me
For mere enjoyment.
You are a joy to those around you, yet,
When you are with me,
I wish you'd leave,
And now that you have left,
I desire you to come back.
You touch has lingered,
Soft but brazen.
You're an amazing man and I hate you.
You have left your cold mark
On everything I own,
My sh!t was worthless but
You made it priceless.
Your treasures were pointless,
And often did I scoff at them.
Good looks are a waste of treasures,
And you are a waste of flesh,
But so clear I crave you like nicotine.
You broke the rules, you touched my heart.
Careless was your way of thinking.
I shattered not so unlike porcelain
When you dropped me like a bad habit.
I'd curse you, but that's so old fashioned.
I'd rather hunt you down.
I'd be happiest if you were hurting,
Your good looks broke, your treasure, destroyed.
Hire a Hearst, pick out a plot,
I refuse to hurt while you remain decent.
I refuse to hurt, I'd rather it be you.
I'm just so tired of your holier than thou attitude.
I'd rather laugh at your face,
Soon to be scarred.
January 5, 2004
Suge
*Okay, I dunno who this poem is about but I had an odd dream about some @sshole being in love with this chick so this is what came out of my head that evening. I think it's kinda good but I don't care to know what others think.