I am so fucking tired of seeing your name around here.

This is my haven.
My friends.
My space.

You don't belong here, and you never will.

Wanna know why?

Because this is a place for poets.

Not disturbed individuals that sit around with dictionaries and thesauruses,
quoting black metal without credits,
using the same lines over and over in their poems.

I know you.

I know it takes you hours to write your 'poems' as you search the internet for lines you can re-word by looking up synonyms.

No, this is a site for poets.

Not plagiarizers.
Not fake ups.
Not fuck ups.


It's a damn shame no one knows that when you first had an account here,
you were boo'ed the fuck off the damn site because all your poetry was about raping little girls.

You. Sick. Fuck.

Now, you claim to be elegant and beautiful.

You will never be a poet.

Sure, people will leave you comments on how breath-taking you are..
and how they will bow to you, and how wonderful you are.

But I fucking know you. Don't you forget that shit.

And you make me seethe. You make me foul mouthed and sick to my stomach.

You wanna know why I don't reply to your stupid text messages of
'hope you're doing well'

Because I wish you would leave me alone.

Stop writing every single poem about me.

Those aren't fucking poems.

I don't 'pretend' to read them. I do read them, and I hate that I do..
But I'm hoping you'll find a new broad and get over it.

It's been YEARS.

Besides, don't you have a fucking kid, now? Grow the fuck up and detach.

You're a fucking human, EVOLVE for christ sake.

Stop being a hypocrite when you know damn well that before you even joined this site, I showed you her poem and you didn't give a fuck.. But you now leave comments like 'i still adore this.'

you never fucking adored it.

She's too beautiful for your tainted comments.

And your comments! HA. You don't talk like that!

You write of elegance and beauty.. When you know of nothing of the two.

Write about what you know, boy.

Write about hitting your girlfriends and knocking out their piercings..
Or hell, write about sick fantasies of little girls.

"Some girls deserve to get hit - You're one of them, Amy."

Remember that? You asshole.

Stick to what you know.

Stay away from my friends and my haven.

They are far too pure and beautiful for you.

You're a fucking ghost.

The phantom in my headlights.
I keep driving and driving trying to get away from you
but you stay right in front of me.

Years and years later,
you're still in front.

You do it on purpose,

you're. making. me. hate. this. site.

And I won't have that.

So, beyond fuck you.

Since I refuse to text you back with your mediocre hello's
and since you delete every comment I write on your pieces of shit -

I'm playing personal.

Consider this
your last warning.

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