Found an interesting poem sitting on a corner, forgotten about. Not sure of the original written date, though it's a 2009'er -- anyways here's a digital publication:
You taught me how to care again
and later to not care so much
cause now i'm learning the difference
between relationships and fucks and i'd
just as soon be the heavy gasper 'neath
your sheets than the one who waits
for weeks for you to call; a heart
with growing empty walls as memories
are fading dim and you are only the "him"
we all despise --the asshole filled with
lies, deceit-- but now at least i understand
why i'm better off; best be used by my own
hand, or should i fall to deceit? Seems
everyone's better off when we all cheat.
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