My Bitter Act

May 12, 2011
By Anonymous

No longer do I sit here and cry,
For I have sat here and watched you die.
You crumbled under,
I listened to the thunder,
And now I wonder…
So you think you were victorious?
You thought you won,
You thought I was dumb.
Sorry to say, but
Baby, you thought wrong.
Come on,
Don’t you want to play?
I have all day,
For your games.
Please, oh please,
Let’s make a bet.
I promise you,
You’re going to be upset.
I’ll let you win,
But don’t charge in.
The love I have,
Makes me mad.
You make me sad,
You make me bad.
I’m going to leave,
It’s time for me to let you be.
Oh, it’s time for you to go.

The author's comments:
This poem is about me winning in a fight with a boy that has been going on for awhile. The down-fall with it is that I still was hurt in the end.

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