I know you like poetry, so heres mine.
The world let me down,
my friends they didn't care,
my true love abscorned,
with my heart and care.
even when she gave signs,
love me she did not.
all she did was leave me,
for a fucker not as hot.
Yes I used to be a victim,
so sad and so poor,
played but remained true,
so exactly like you.
Yet let me point out the difference,
Of me and of you,
Actually there is none to speak of,
we both don't pay our dues.
When we hurt another,
with our words so cold,
we don't think about these things,
they're just so old.
yet when we love another,
and shower her with our love,
she starts to ignore us,
fuck her, she's of no worth.
Yet what use is a love,
that mocks and despairs,
that hates in cold times,
and needs so much care.
You hate and you question
the trust of your friends,
the faith of their loves,
damn.
They're never there.
How selfish must you be,
to love only yourself,
for you only to bother,
your own heart and health.
Try as you may,
to doubt what i say,
your love is with conditions,
and your help comes with clause.
Deny your own fault,
deny it as you may,
one day i hope you see,
that life is more than yourself.
Give more than you take,
and give without a reason,
give in every season,
and give to every person.
Admit to your mistakes,
hard as it may seem,
sometimes in trying to escape them,
you pull out all the seams.
All is not lost,
your friends they still care,
you don't have to try so hard,
some will still be there.
Look beyond your own context,
to others and their needs,
then you'll see your fortunate,
and start to sow the seeds.
I'm not a perfect person,
I hate and don't care,
I have so many flaws,
sometimes I don't dare.
I lose and I feel sad,
I doubt and despise,
I wander and I'm fickle,
lazily i lie.
I can be selfish,
Love does that to you.
You have had no fault,
in despising my care.
But your friends have done no wrong,
neither has my love,
why do you blame them so,
when they've tried their best?
All she did was not love you back,
in the way that you did.
But you threatened and accused her,
hurt her, you did.
I won't go into details,
tempting that it may be,
you need to see it for yourself,
in a brand new day.
Love comes with understanding,
selflessness and maturity,
and with responsibility,
especially.
