Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XXIV
Because if I don't post bad poetry, then the terrorists have won.
This uplifting little number is about Not Trent Reznor, a guy I had a weird on-and-off again thing with in my teen years. I ultimately dumped him because 1) he was crazy like a mofo and 2) he was cheating on me with a disturbingly underage girl. And then Julie dated him for like an eternity, prompting me to beg her to choose more wisely when fishing in the Jess-Ex dating pool. They broke up, incidentally, because he was cheating on her with another disturbingly underage girl. He wrote a really, really scary song about either 1) wanting to have sex with me or 2) wanting to chop me into little pieces. I was never quite sure.
I'm an object of pain
Your inspiration
I feed your twisted mind
in a role you've cast for me
You beg me to use you
Beg me to hurt you
I'm happy to oblige
I've grown so numb
so dead inside
like a parasite
has sucked my soul completely dry
and the parasite is you.
Here's Volume XXIII.
