Listen: you're just the worst
I met in my life. You made me
your man. I made you his wife,
'cause I never quite can come up
second, you see.
You're just the worst 'cause
you're tied with me.
When you're tied for first
there is no number two.
That's so much the magic
we each saw in you. It struck
up the magic we each found
in us.
It was how you and I each
needed to be. Tied for first
growing worst so fast
you can't trust
You're just the worst I met
in my time. I made you my
woman and you made you
mine, every step every aim
destroying what's ours: vows,
rings, homes and houses in
hotel bars.
I'm just the worst, now you
knew it was so. Time to break
down all the news and go.
We're just the worst, 'cause
we tried to be. We were tied
for first best, now
we'll never
be free.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, July 26, 2024
Just The Worst
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