You know how much i cared and you know how much i loved
But obviously not enough to earn back your trust
I dont want to fight and i dont want to scream
I dont want between us to have a smoke screen
I hate it when we argue i hate it when we fight
I have actually stayed up because of it a few nights
It bothers me how i cant stand to look at you
It hurts me how everyday im curious what you will do
It burns me how when i close my eyes
All i want to do is cry
Because you write the things that you do
When you say how my poetry sucks
It makes me feel like ive run out of luck
But when my poems arent bad but not good at all
But you rub it in, my mind falls
I dont want you to hate me because of what i said
I want you to hate me because of what i did
It doesnt matter what i said or how i put it
Just cut the harassment its starting to get bullshit
You keep it going when i chose to stop
Than i read a poem and im to angry to stop
When you say such horrible things about me
Your the only one that is being made happy
Yet i am being sad but you dont care
Because to you im probably just a waste of air
Im sorry for the bother and im sorry for the read
But i think you needed to know this, yes, indeed
Just so you know i took your advice
I sat down and wrote this and it took all night
Than i copied it to here and left you a comment
But you will probably forget it or bomb it
I know you dont care but you should atleast try
You never know, tomorrow i could die
And the last thing you said was my poetry was shitty
Thinking my attitude is "witty"
Im just trying to write and express my feelings
Without being made fun of or have my heart peeling
I wish you would stop all this anger against me
I wish you could just leave me be

I don't know where to start.
You pretty much broke my heart.
Not when you dumped me,
The aftermath. What happened offscreen. The snyde remarks, the mean comments. Telling me I'm rejected, knowing how Vulnerable I was at the time,
Tet still beating it into the ground.
I love you David, friends or not.
I just wish you knew when to stop.
Most of my poetry is hurt, and you seem to think it's anger.
The only poem that was pure anger whas total bull.
[That's what I hate about angry poetry. It's complete and utter feelings that only last an hour, if that. Especially when it comes to you.]
The long nights, I've had more than a few. And looking at you hurts me too.
It's hard for me to take in, the fact that without me you're a happier man.
Yet you beat that in, as well.
Telling me to get over myself.
I didn't know how to deal with it.
I couldn't just keep it in.
I never knew you felt that way,
Especially the way you acted towards me.
I just wish I knew before,
So we wouldn't have had to go so far as to have a "poem war."

[[my angry poerty] I lied, I know. I like your poetry, even if you think it's lame. Since I found out you wrote, I've never looked at you the same... It's amazing that you have the strength...to take the time and write down your feelings, then somehow get them in order, and then make something beautiful out of it. ] ....and I really liked this one.... except for the end...

I forgot to say I'm sorry. For everything..