c'est la vie

this is about seven years old. i wrote it out of pure frustration obviously so don't mind the nasty - ness. :)


Dear so and so,

You’re like a cheap cigarette,
Harmful, Addictive, and Useless,
You’re following every new fucking fad,
Won’t you look so glamorous?
Residing as a whore in the slums of Paris,
Where only acquaintances know you for your short relationships,
And your designer fashion sense fits perfect.

I called you from Paris to tell you,
I love you as much as anorexia,
To the bone, hardcore, you’ve been eating me alive.
So tell me something clever,
Like you’ll never leave my side,
Because time has showed me, you fucking lie.

You used me; you used me to be strong.


You’re a story book tragedy,
Filled with betrayal, hatred, and revenge,
So tell me lies, say something clever,
Fill me up with revenge
& make me fucking hate you,
I’ll hate you more than ever.


I called you from Paris to tell you,
I love you as much as anorexia,
To the bone, hardcore, you’ve been eating me alive.
So tell me something clever,
Like you’ll never leave my side,
Because time has showed me, you fucking lie.


Just like Crimson and Clover,
Were over, it’s over, C’est la vie.

                                                                    Love,
                                                                    Yours Truly