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"Write Something You've Rambled About"
i never hated you
i don’t like writing about you
nothing personal
you told all your friends about me
and how crazy i was
i told my poetry all about you
and what a hurricane you were
when the buildings go down
so do the walls now
all the walls are gone
i still feel like New Orleans
Mardi Gras
sometimes
i don’t think you meant to hurt me
not at first
i guess we both f***ed up
a little bit
you looked really happy at graduation
even though i know
you didn’t want to be there
sometimes
i remember when
you looked at me like i was graduation
even then
you didn’t want to be there
i don’t miss it
nothing personal
i don’t think you meant to hurt me
not at first
but the fireworks blinded us
when spring came
you tried to trigger me in sociology
i can’t
forgive you for that
your eyes followed me to class
every hour
like wind
all the walls are gone
i don’t like writing about you
your eyes were hazel and i know you remember
the way i told you they were so beautiful
i was a breeze for you
i guess we both f***ed up
a little bit
you looked at me like i was
graduation
bachelor party
celebration
New Orleans purple and green
you poisoned my Burbon Street i can’t
forgive you for that
you didn’t want to be there
when the storm began i can’t
blame you for that
the structures
the rigid things
the buildings were the first to go
there are still seashells dead
fish beneath the trees
in my city park
my mouth is full of seaweed
there is sand beneath my skin
but all the walls are gone
i never hated you
nothing personal
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