Not About You

This poem isn’t about you
Not a single little bit
You’d be horribly mistaken
To think you pollute my writing
I’d never let such poisonous ideas
Seep into my carefully constructed markings
And just because I bludgeon the keys
With the force of Katrina
You assume its directed at you
They said you were conceited
And it’s true
Well I’m sorry to say
That whoever misinformed you was cruel
Because this poem isn’t about you

It’s about the things you put me through.

Little Ginge x


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