Hurt by you,
confused by you.
Leave me the fuck alone.
I miss you,
but that's just what I want & need.
Because I'm hurt by you,
I'm confused by your words,
you blah blah me
and we say "fuck you".

I am completely comfused by you,
you used to call me perfect.
I used to think we were.
Yesterday you told me the opposite,
you told me I was so many bad things.
You want to change me,
but I don't want to change.
You want me to play the fucking game she plays,
but I am not interested.
You want me to go on her ride,
fucking listen, I'm not interested.

Again, you used to call me perfect.
I used to think we were.
When I left home,
and came to you,
I thought to myself,
"wow her and I are perfect together,
her and I are real.
She loves me and thinks I need no change,
she loves me and thinks I am fne just being me"

Again, about last night,
you once decided to say,
and you STILL fucking think this,
that ASSHOLES who we will never know,
know more about me,
than anyone in your famly.
Well you are the biggest FUCK I have ever met,
because you SERIOUSLY think that's true.
YOU BIG FUCKING FUCK...YOU BITCH...You ASSHOLE,
you FUCKING CUNT, that is soooo not true,
and YOU KNOW IT, but you just don't want to admin it.
Well face it "sweetheart"...
YOU AER FUCKING WRONG and you FUCKING know it.
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU.
FUCK
YOU, you cunt-a-saurous.
No one at any bar/club knows more about me than your family,
and again I say, and you probably blocked out,
your family knows more about me than my own blooded family...
i'm almost sure of it! and I sure have sat down to think about it.
SCREWY OU YOU FUCKING BuLLSHIT BITCH!
You have pulled some doozzies on how much you hurt me,
and so have I, but this time, you really hit the big one.

You interrupt my words so you can speak,
but then when I finish my last words,
you tell me "shut the fuck up!!!" harshly...
but wasn't I talking first?
The answer is yes.

If I am so many unperfect things,
why would you tell me I AM perfect?
I am Hurt by you,
I am confused by you.

You fucking don't say shit to me!
You fucking keep your thoughts your own.
You fucking don't tell me how you really feel,
you know you fucking can.
I don't judge you,
I don't make fun,
I don't hate you,
You never tell me shit!

Why you feel you can't tell me things,
I have no fucking clue.
All I know is that I want you just the way you are.
You have changed alot, but still, I want you for you.
You just want to change me,
you think I am a horrible person.
So don't say to me,
that i am perfect,
because fuck you,
you sooo don't think I am.

This may be more of a rant than a poem, but I get out what I need and I keep in what I may later tell you...you should learn to do the same. You should learn to tell me shit. If one day you love mint and chocolate and the next you hate it, then fucking tell me. If one day you think I should change, then fucking tell. Maybe you just figured out what you really feel and think of me, but even then, I didn't judge, however, I got completely confused by you, and hurt by all the things you actually think your "wife" would be.

Your family would never leave you,
you would leave me.
I would leave anyone and anything for you,
but I think you would leave me for them.
Yes I understand that a few times, they wanted you to leave me
because they wanted you to,
but you did not.
Still, times have changed, so have you,
and APPEARANTLY so have I.

Fuck all of this.
I will just leave you and that room, if that is what makes things better.
I am not running, I am not planning to run, I not longer want to be ar unner, but sometimes in life, moving on, or moving out, is what is best. I am making no plans. I am making no plans for you, or for US, I will make my own plans, my own life decisions. And if I think I need to more on, I will.
here's one for you, "you keep me starving" <- figure that one out.
Since I was very young, I wanted a long term relatioinship,
now I know it was because I wanted something real with someone,
I wanted someone to be mine. At times I think i have that...
but since last night, I know I never will.

Being frank?
Right now,
That's my fucking name.

Don't say I'm perfect...