a poem by James
your image holds me tight,
with those fake-embossed corners,
and that polaroid feel,
instagram tells no lies,
but you do,
you heartless bitch,
I only wanted you to solve every problem in my life magically,
by sleeping with me,
and listening to records with me,
and you didn’t,
way to go,
what a fucking letdown,
what is your problem.
All i ask,
is for a woman,
who changes my life for me,
while i stay exactly how I am,
and I don’t see how that’s so hard,
so here i am,
as my life drips through the coffee filter,
waiting to be sold for 3.49 at a starbucks,
and I will drink that starbucks,
and promptly shit it out a few hours later,
just like you did to me.
clearly everthing that is wrong in my life is derived from you,
and the fact that you left me,
so I hope you fall into a briar patch,
like that rabbit from that disney ride,
where everybody gets wet.
this is called confessional poetry.