To Ayesha-Who inspired this poetry, it may seem like an excerpt from her online ramblings...but what to do?birds of the same feather....
I’ve met the asshole
Also the one who would cajole
Shacked up with the one who is aloof
Met the man who thought my love had no proof
Been the second fiddle
His sneers were really a riddle
There was the sweet talker, the drunken fucker
Also the one who would pull his face into an ugly pucker.
I looked for you in all of them
You were there in bits and parts
I looked for you
Each time slicing a piece of my heart
Show up you son of a bitch
Before I have only a sliver of love left
Before I become crazy cat lady
Or a snickering old witch
I tell myself I am a feminist
Not bra burning enough
Turn up sooner you dickhead
And call my silly bluff
Ive waited and talked about you
Ive missed you when drunk
I know you are perfect
And I picture you to be a hunk
I sit here and you are wasting time
As I waste my good years
For you making a rhyme.
Aaah..the wait for the soulmate is on :) yeah I guess you might have met him in bits and parts (pun unintended :P) but I hope Mr Dickhead is better than all of them put together :)
ReplyDeletePS- I like the part where you say 'Before I become crazy cat lady'..hahaha...it really scares me too :-D
yeah....even if he is as good as all teeny bits of good qualities that the jerks have had put together..it'll suffice..and crazy cat lady...have a feeling crazy caR lady or gun lady or swimmer lady,trench coat lady befits us haha..xoxo
ReplyDeletelove * Ive missed you when drunk
ReplyDeleteI know you are perfect
And I picture you to be a hunk
I just read this while listening to Bitches Brew. And it sounds so mad. I LOVE!
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