It was past 2 in the morning and Maroon5's 'Just A Feeling' kept playing on my music track and the rain was also pouring hard that night so I was feeling sentimental and decided to write a sonnet dedicated to that dope jackass I was deeply in love with.
I can't believe I actually wrote this poem! And I can't believe that I wasted my life for that jerk, manwhore, douchebag, asshole guy. It could have been someone else! Ugh... Thank you, though. If it weren't because of you, I won't be able to have these permanent scars in my heart that taught me a very valuable lesson when it comes to love and I wouldn't be able to learn some things now. I'm still grateful that we have met because you made me a better and wiser person now. :)
I miss hanging out with my girls. It's been a while since the last time we visited our fave spot in QC. I miss the crowd. I miss the loud music. I miss the bar-hopping feeling. :(
Some of the relationships nowadays starts from what we so called "love game" wherein the first one to fall in love loses. So be careful if you're planning to play this game. Be sure that you know all of its tricks because you might fall and lose. :)
My inspiration in writing this is the American TV Series TBL: THE BEAUTIFUL LIFE, starring Mischa Barton and Sara Paxton. The said show is about models and their story behind those limelights and the fame and fortune they get from being a model. Too bad the show was canceled after five episodes due to low ratings. It could have been like the hit series GOSSIP GIRL.
The title means “Having death as a subject”. I don’t intend to sound morbid in here but I’ve been reading horror-suspense fiction books so I got inspired to write this gruesome poem.
