Death Bed (Not a Love Poem!)

I admit it I'm Petty
Do you want me to write about it
I'd rather bite my finger and go cackling
I'm not going to write a love poem 
God knows I'll do that when I get drunk

If I was drunk I'd probably 
Say something like this
Can you stop speaking 
I get lost in your voice
Yes your blue hair looks lovely on you

God I hate you for being you 
I love everything about you 
It hurts so much that I'll never get over you 
My plan was just to die from my heart issue
Every time I hurt your feelings 
I beat the hell out of myself

People's been calling me Clark Kent
Well then that makes you my kryptonite
You could kill me and I'd apologize to you
I'll tell myself this wouldn't be a love poem

◄ Stupid Boy

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Vautaw

Sat 14th Mar 2020 16:37

"You could kill me and I'd apologize to you"... how many abusive and co-dependent relationships that powerful line defines. Love your non-love poem! ❤

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