Don't be too harsh, i was high, and my feelings were fucked. It wasn't me, was it, i never done it, but why is it every time i think of you now it turns my stomach, it wasn't like i did wrong, i never cheated on you, but karma's a bitch, it will always come back to haunt you, i never thought i would get tied up with this shit, who would of thought i feel in love with a bitch, now i am writing in a book with a clinched fist and squeezing my eyelids, fighting back the tears of all the pain you caused me, but now your getting tossed out of my life like stained laundry, fuck, i just thought of the jeans that you bought me, that was a good time then, we can both see, i just wish i had a button to erase you from my memory. over all i think this problem is insane. and o i got a new bitch, she goes by Mary Jane. I found an old book, with random shit in it and found a poem i wrote about a year or so ago, i dont know what yall think but after reading poems here, i figured since i got it i might as well flaunt it Poem is about my Ex, we both went to the party, i was on a beer run, she must have thought i left because i walked thru the kitchen and she was walking towards the couch, sat next to some guy and started kissing him, (the kitchen had two entrances) and i just walked up to her calmly and just said, i am leaving sweety... and that was the last i talked to her, my friends say she was pale and started crying in the bathroom, Fun times. (i never (reefer) lol to a girl as a bitch, i was just showing anger at the time and such.