My One Semi-Funny Poem

I hate my fucking bed.

Constantly reminding me you aren't in it
I bought it with the intention of you leaving your imprint
Little did I know you'd be leaving it a little closer to home

I fucking hate my fucking cell phone

79.99 a month to remind me you haven't called

AND I REFUSE TO REDUCE IT!
On the hope that I'll use it
On either you or some new chick
I guess we'll just have to see

I have so much motherfucking TIME!

I could say that I'm using it to focus on me
But I'd be motherfucking lying
All dressed up with not a damn place to go

So i broke the bed...

And I threw away my phone...

And I've finally embraced going out alone

BIG GIRLS ARE DOING IT ON THEIR OWN!

Excuse me, what?
You want my number?
You want to come over?
DAMN!