Eminem...

i dont know... the big "E" spoke to me, this poem isnt about eminem
in the slightest..

however.. at the moment im talking to someone, someone who meant
something... dont know what..

not in a way i wish to announce,but once she was standing outside a
club.. i talked,she stalked.

didnt get away from her,meant nothing to her until she realised what i
was.. days after of course..

she gave me her number,asked me to put it in my fone,told me to
call,when she was alone..

on the train,going back to yorkshire.she texts me and mentions that
fact that she misses me.. i hadnt spoken to her much, i think she was
desperate...

weeks pass, loadsa money spent,why i dont know why...tho she tells me
how i make her high on life.. rid of trouble...and strife...

she's in yorkshire...how boring is that,hours on the fone,nothing but
chat.. well not chat just listening to how she want me to be there.. im
in dispair

i dont actually care... its heartless i know,but that goes to show,what
happens when u look for love... it comes...and from the wrong source,,,
of course..

u may like the attention,but it leads to the convention that no one
actually feels at times like these they just become fasinated with
something new,a boy from london..something different a boy who
cares..

many hours still,she talks away, for at least 6 months... sunday nites
lose novelty,she calls you listen.. its that simple.

she's older then you, u realise she shud be out... doing something
constructive.
. but no, spending time on you.. u kno it isnt good.

she starts to see u drift, no interest she says.. who cares? she asks
questions,trying to get ur thoughts, u express,she doesnt comply.. she
talks back.,over your voice.. self obsessed in your eye.

she wants ur calls,she wants your voice,she wants your attention, she
wants ur art,she wants your mind she wants your wisdom she wants your
concern..

she wants to learn,all that you've learnt, in time she hasnt been
bothered to open to.

"what do you think?" why dont you talk to me? whats your problem??.. my
problem is you..

you havent a clue to what you are doing,you are tapping into my mind..
u seem to be kind,unless you delve into your tendencies, nothing but
memories..

"Was you there when,was you with me when?" if i mean so much to you
now,why didnt i in the first place?.. i was there in your face. my
thoughts were running at pace,u simply ignored my space... to see past
me.

i've had enough, i call your bluff.. i say nothing, i wait for you to
ask.. i wait and wait for you to take the bait.. u ignore,self obsessed
im sore.

i cut off the calls,ignore the phone, ignore your tone.. dont reply
when asked, i let the tension build. u keep asking.

"whats wrong?" - thats it.

i mail you ten things i dislike about you, i reply to your msgs.. u
dont seem to care.. " i want you for your friendship i will change, i
dont mean to be that way, im not normally like this" truth be
known,your exactly like this, i let you grow.. i let you develope over
time..

ur not mine,go away: your jealous tales,your stories of how this boy
done this and that boy done that.. it wont work.. my mind will not
sway.

u delay.. again, u mention yourself.. how you dont take constructive
criticism on your personallity.. its not your personality.. its my
reality..

you cant change,this is you. you shouldnt change,this is you.. i am no
reason to change, just move on.. pass on. carry on.