(Language Warning)
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"Did I hurt you?"
You innocently inquire
You fucking moron
You self-centered son of a bitch
Your arrogance inflates your ego
Your ego inflates your dick
You opened your soul
I opened mine
Then, you turned
Gazing at your back
I awaited
With tender expectation
Unbeknownsted to me
You prepared
Your mockery
About faced
Madness in your eyes
Delight in manipulation
I stood
Confused, perplexed
Mixed signals
You stood erect
Jerking off
With heinous laughter
Jism spewed, milky clear
My personal exhibitionist
I watched in disgust
Your words cut deep
"I'm here for you, sucker...
Lick it up, you trusting soul"
Did you hurt me?
I won't grant you that power
I hurt because I chose to trust
A pompous ass like you
May all your days
Be bathed by masturbation
january 26, 2008
judithpiper
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Well, need I say I was angry? Oh my!
In December, 2007, someone had befriended me via an online forum. After about a month of communication and me being honest and open, the other party seemed to be giving the cold shoulder. It confused me at the time. I didn't react like in the poem to the individual, and I later learned the other party was just going through a hard time; all ended up well.
Still, I like the prose....as far as giving expression to anger. The prose is graphic; and so is ab-use.
I stated elsewhere, "....I don't talk like this...and seldom think like this. There was a time I would never have let anyone see this side of me. It's kind of freeing to have an outlet for it...."
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