Heart Burn
i'm not sure
i want you back.
after all
what can i say
to a man
who threw me
out of his life
like so much
leftover spaghetti?
i just sealed
all my feelings
into a genuine
spill-proof
plastic bowl
and i don't want
to serve
them out again
as a lunch
for two.
posted by SongBird at 9:58 PM
4 Comments:
Just one question: Did he throw you onto the fridge (or wall) to see if you stuck first?
B/c that's the only TRUE way to know if spaghetti is ready!!
(Sorry - don't mean this in a bad way...and I absolutely loved your poem. But I can't think of spaghetti without thinking of my own ritual.)
I'd also love to know which a$$hole this refers to...
Thank you tiggerlane!!! I was looking for the punchline but couldn't find it until I read your comment!! Very funny.
Oh, excuse me songbird. You don't mind if we have a laugh at your expense do you? It's in a nice way. ;)
btw I'm totally opposed to any sort of domestic violence, I pictured only the spagetti being thrown around, not a person.
Tigger--the spaghetti was leftover. Obviously didn't need to test if it was ready!
Damn straight - Throw that leftover crap into the garbage!!!
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