a/n: This is a poem(?) in the form of what I'd like to say to my ex's new boyfriend and to her. The first part would be to him and the latter to her. I don't usually use shit like "ain't" and "mighta" and stuff like that, but this time I figured, Fuck it.

a/n 2: Yeah, I don't really think the writing here is that great, but it is honest. It doesn't really flow beautifully or anything either, but whatever. This was more for me than anything, but once I finished it, I figured, Fuck it. I'll post it. Try to enjoy it.

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dear someone

you don't know me but i know you

i'm here to tell you your new girl ain't so new

when she first mentioned you, it was like i had nothing to worry 'bout

but i should've known better, knowing what she was all about

see, you mighta had a date with her the night before

but last night we were in her room behind locked doors

a romantic dinner with you, a quick fuck with me

this is simply who she is and eventually

something shinier than you will catch her eye

and by the time you realize something's gone awry

she will have already memorized all of her lines

you'll have become another broken man she left behind

we pushed and pulled each other for 6 hard years

i'd come to expect the time of year she disappears

and frolics off into an exciting new bed

until she realizes she can't get me out of her head

seasons will pass and one day she'll give me call

with the same old shit, "i was just confused, that's all"

and then it's right back to the same old routine

although every time she smells a little less clean

and the sweet talking gradually turns into bickering

until i can't stand her again or she gets sick of me

and once more there she goes "searching her soul"

heard it so many times that the story's beyond old

but this sick cycle of ours ends here with you

from here on out she's your problem, dude

i do hope i'm wrong and shit works out for you guys

but something tells me you'll learn to keep your eyes

open whenever your baby leans in for a kiss

thinking, before she left him, did she kiss him like this?

and if they were so in love and she could do him like that

what does this girl really have up there under her hat?

should i be worried about this new friend of hers?

she told me i shouldn't be, but were those just words?

but there is that chance i'm simply another jealous ex

looking to destroy whatever she's got with whoever comes next

and maybe i am, it sucks that you'll never be able to tell

anyhow, she's your princess now, fella, welcome to hell...

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and you...

this is the last time that we play this game

you can go to hell back the fucking way you came

i don't want you to put my name in your mouth again

we're never returning to how we were back when

what's done now is done and i'm done with you

i won't be there this time when you need me to

there is no more forgiveness to be asked of me

and though this isn't the way that shit has to be

when the day comes again that you come after me

because you realize that he ain't even half of me

know that i will not be here for you, no, i'm done

you finally did it, baby, you finally won

you proved to me that love alone was not enough

especially when only one of us was in love

i'm dedicating myself with every bone in my body

to blacking you out until you become a nobody

until i can't even remember what i saw in you

hopefully by then you'll feel the same way i do

then you can be happy with david, carl or whoever

and the bond between us can finally be severed

we can stop dancing around each other like this

stats quo said it best, "feedin' you the best of me, i shoulda fed you piss"

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i'm done now. good luck to the both of you.