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Poetry: Bitter Poetry
Dear Jason
by Alison

Hey there, Jason,
I'm not sure why I'm writing to you
Ashley would freak if she knew I was
Shannon would laugh but hurt inside,
but I can't help myself.

You're my brand of heroin,
but No matter how much money I have,
noone will sell me my heroin,
and so I start to get over you though withdrawl,
but then i see you and someone hands me a baggy,
an I can't resist any longer.

Jason, you're the sun my flower needs to grow,
you're the water my horse needs to drink,
you're the air my fern needs to breath,
you're the mud my boots need to splash in,
Jason, simply put, you're my everything.

I know that you'll never read this, I'm half glad because then you will never know of my
lust
devotion
need
for you, because that would be bad.

Jason, I have to wrap up.
I can almost feel shannon's tears running down her cheek,
Ashley's anger toasting my bum,
but Jason, just know,
you will always be my sun.

 
 
 
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