Don't Worry, I'm Not Writing This for You

NAPOWRIMO Day 7

One week done, hooray!

Today's poem came out very, very bitter. *laugh* My, my. So yes, today's writing is a bit, errm, well, angry. For those to whom it matters, there is cursing, but I "bleeped"  the two references with asterisks. I should probably also clarify that this poem is not written directly at anyone from my past in particular, but rather a summation, perhaps, of the general feelings at the end of any messy relationship. Dear lord, I hope none of my exes read this...*nervously looking over my shoulder*  Lol. Technically, it should be Sonnet # 19  but the meter is currently all over the place, so I'm not qualifying it as one yet.

Anyway, here's my kiss-my-grits poem for NAPOWRIMO Day 7.

Don’t Worry, I’m Not Writing This For You or Me

Who gives a f**k about what once was you

and I? Who cares to read these words and doubt

their rhetoric as something that’s untrue?

Why, who shall read my account and then tout,

“But, I saw them meet; I did watch them fall

into a sweet, sweet love, which neared worship.”

Who saw the angry Sunday mornings, saw

the pointed failures or the hateful trips

to God knows where? Oh, let those few read this

for they’ll roll their eyes in rightful despair—

and as to me, they’ll know that I’m still pissed

enough to write of our torrid affair.

                Who gives a f**k? Who cares? Who reads these words!?

                I’ll tell you who does; all your future girls.