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I used to have this friend online, and we'd talk all the time. However our friendship fell apart. (She started calling me a moron because of my romantic misadventures with another girl and told me I was pathetic.)
So she wrote these 3 poems and posted them. I assume each one is a shot, trying to show why she thinks I'm an asshole.
Poem One
I see you grab a fairy's little tail
and nail it on your wall - a memento
of the childhood dreams you stubbornly
refuse to let go.
Of you on a rocking horse,
brandishing a wooden sword,
with hapless maidens hanging onto
your every honeyed word.
A harem to inspire gestures
lofty and genteel - a disguise
to hide a fear so utterly puerile.
Poor, crucified fairy,
your magic dust has lost its charm,
as he who runs from being ordinary
doesn't see how you're a sham.
Poem 2
You stagger onto the stage, red-faced,
intoxicated by your own tears. On your lapel
is pinned a shard of your broken heart,
staining your already tattered jacket.
Bathing in the glow of the spotlight
you begin your eulogy, commemorating
a courage unparalled, a love unmatched,
a wisdom unplumbed by simple men.
You speak of sisyphean tasks, of noble
intents encumbered by undeserved betrayals,
hindered by malicious tongues and closed minds.
You weep, cradling the remains of your heart.
I look at you, consider the venue,
and decided to enjoy the show.
Poem 3
Hands outstretched, palms up,
you ask for an ounce of affection,
a snippet of understanding, crumbs
of commendation. It's all there,
in your letters of solicitation,
along with your reason why you're worthy
of attention - your boundless passion,
heard in every fervent interjection,
in your effusive admiration of your own
motivation! With such entertaining
affectations, brought about by prodigious
delusions, why still crave for affirmation?
Crude puppet, caught in Braggadocio's pull,
those whose eyes aren't covered in wool,
already see how you're paid in full.
What do you all think of these poems? Are they fair attacks?
So she wrote these 3 poems and posted them. I assume each one is a shot, trying to show why she thinks I'm an asshole.
Poem One
I see you grab a fairy's little tail
and nail it on your wall - a memento
of the childhood dreams you stubbornly
refuse to let go.
Of you on a rocking horse,
brandishing a wooden sword,
with hapless maidens hanging onto
your every honeyed word.
A harem to inspire gestures
lofty and genteel - a disguise
to hide a fear so utterly puerile.
Poor, crucified fairy,
your magic dust has lost its charm,
as he who runs from being ordinary
doesn't see how you're a sham.
Poem 2
You stagger onto the stage, red-faced,
intoxicated by your own tears. On your lapel
is pinned a shard of your broken heart,
staining your already tattered jacket.
Bathing in the glow of the spotlight
you begin your eulogy, commemorating
a courage unparalled, a love unmatched,
a wisdom unplumbed by simple men.
You speak of sisyphean tasks, of noble
intents encumbered by undeserved betrayals,
hindered by malicious tongues and closed minds.
You weep, cradling the remains of your heart.
I look at you, consider the venue,
and decided to enjoy the show.
Poem 3
Hands outstretched, palms up,
you ask for an ounce of affection,
a snippet of understanding, crumbs
of commendation. It's all there,
in your letters of solicitation,
along with your reason why you're worthy
of attention - your boundless passion,
heard in every fervent interjection,
in your effusive admiration of your own
motivation! With such entertaining
affectations, brought about by prodigious
delusions, why still crave for affirmation?
Crude puppet, caught in Braggadocio's pull,
those whose eyes aren't covered in wool,
already see how you're paid in full.
What do you all think of these poems? Are they fair attacks?