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Fuck You: A Love Poem


​Fuck you.
You make me sick.
Just the very thought of you makes my stomach turn,
and the second I lay eyes on you,
I throw up a little bit in my mouth.

But the worst is when you leave:
my skin crawls,
my insides feel like burning acid,
and I want to throw myself into traffic
just to make it stop.

Ughhh.
You’re so beautiful, I want to punch you in the face.
I want to tear your smooth skin off your bones
and rip your stupid luscious hair out of your skull.
I want to chew your lips off
(so fat and juicy when they kiss me).
Your hands and arms are so strong and manly,
I want to yank them out of their sockets,
and shove them into that now-lipless hole in your face.

Every time you look at me, I feel dizzy.
Every time you touch me, I shudder.
And every time you whisper my name into my ear,
I feel my organs disintegrate
and I die inside.
Twice.

You’re like a human weapon,
destroying every fraction of my body and soul,
inch by infected inch,
day by torturous day!
I’d walk out the door and never look back...

...if I didn’t feel so goddamn fantastic.

So I guess what I’m saying is...
Thanks.

You piece of shit.

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