City Girl

10 Aug

You Narcissistic bitch.

You can’t just play
games with people
like this.

Don’t you
understand that
words are things
you can’t take back?

I think you’re a liar
and a hypocrite
and one of the
most dangerous
types of people
out there.

Self righteous
and self important.

I’d rather
hang out with
the rankest
whore
in Ontario
than
be friends
with
someone like you.

At least
the whore is upfront
about who she is.

As crazy as my
last girlfriend
was. She was at least
honest
and loyal.

But lesson
learned.

I’ll certainly be
more careful
as to
who I offer
my heart
to
the next time.

Thank you
for everything.

I wish
I could take
back all the
lovely things
I said and thought
about you.

All the time
money
and energy
wasted
cultivating this
thing.

In reality
they are still
true,
just like everything
else
in this poem.

I’d be a liar
if I didn’t acknowledge
it all evenly.

Peace.

~Edward Austin Robertson~

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One Response to “City Girl”

  1. Rex August 13, 2009 at 4:32 pm #

    “Well, people got attatched. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attatched to the other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder, and Monday morning hangovers”. I imagine the girl you’re referencing here is a little pissed after reading this blog – in fact I’m a horrible gambler, and I’d bet the farm on it. Let’s be honest though, you shouldn’t feel guilty about what you have written in the least bit. Experience is life; y’all experienced a lot and with that came pain and the inevitable cutting of the umbilical cord that fed you all butterflies and puppy love cookies. Fuck it, I’d say it was worth it (you can’t steal second with your foot on first, right?) – y’all had a good time and I wouldn’t belittle those experiences with months of childish bickering in regards to whose fault it was. Although it does read like she might be a youngster who realized that she didn’t have the gull to dive any deeper w/ someone as gangster as you are Mr. Robertson – so with that said, it’s probably good that you experienced it and are on to the next round of “who the fuck knows what”.
    Mr. Robertson, I am ashamed and embarrassed that I stumbled across your blog sometime ago and that I actually read it and now I am posting on it – I am a writer for a prominent magazine and my constituents would tear me to shreds if they were to find out that I have a very accessible guilty pleasure (i.e. reading peoples blogs. . .and occasionally adding an unwarranted and cheesy post).
    This just hit close to home due to the fact that I have made a similar post on my blog, regarding an ex, and she was mortified and incredibly upset about it. . . . .IT MADE ME REALIZE THAT SHE WAS UNDOUBTEDLY INSECURE ABOUT HER OWN PRECARIOUSNESS, AND THAT I WAS JUST FINE WITH MY OWN.
    Se la vie –
    REX

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