Poetry by a Dumbass

Loving you 

is really

the only thing

i know

how to do

(Sept. 8, 2013)

sinking lower by the minute

losing oxygen 

ive got an anchor to my chest

in the deep blue sea

don’t think ill make it

slowly reaching rock bottom 

a place i wish i’d never return to

oh, wont somebody rescue me?

before i drown.

ive got an anchor to my chest

i can’t wiggle free of this disaster

i guess i just have to lay back

and go with my destiny

sinking lower and lower

too weak to fight

this is where i die

ive got an anchor to my chest

in the deep blye sea

probably written in 2017

trying too hard

to look my best

for the rest of the world

i wonder if this is all just a test

bring me toward

a new beginning

November 22, 2016

VERSE I

you’re the devil, in complete control of the way i go along with my day

one sentence could ruin me in quite a few ways

& in Just a couple months of speakin’, 

you’ve already began to weaken my soul 

& me physically, my brain can’t stand you,

& my heart can’t take any more, 

you make every colour i see turn blue, 

no matter what you say or do, 

I’ll still hate you with a passion that burns in my heart, 

bitch you give me heart burn

i always try my best to drive you away, but ann i can do is delete your messages & delete your texts, 

but why can’t i just delete you from my life?

CHORUS

Dear Catherine, everything you say, and everything you do

makes me wanna cry, cry to the sky, while i write my final letter

place it on the dresser, pick up a gun and blow my brains out!

VERSE II

Stupid skank, slut, cunt, whore, 

you don’t even know what you do to me anymore

you don’t respect me, or my boundaries,

how the hell would you feel if you walked a couple feet in my shoes today?

you’re such a fuckin drama queen. you love the attention, 

bitch the grand canyon is jealous of you, and not for one reason. 

but for 2, 

your vagina is larger than it ever will be, and it gets more tourists

it should be a national park, wild life, rivers, and plant life 

all have created an ecosystem in her private parts

a gynocologist couldn’t tell her whats wrong, because all the equipment wouldn’t be enough to get a sample. 

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