He Said, She Said

You defined the horrors
Of my idiotic ways,
The plays in my head
Where the dead rise and cry
And the pre-packaged lies
Where the clichés all tried
To scream all unique,
Their beaks in the wind
As snobbery pecked,

As indecision let
The pain feast and bet
Under clouds sad and wet,
And you said it’s because
You’d tried all you could
And you were tired of the trying
All the plans and the crying,
Plying your gut with white wine
And just sighing,

Sighing,
Sighing,
Sighing,

Fuck off.

Poetry.net

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