It's Raining Losers...

I still love you more than anything in the world.
I wanted us to last for a life time together.
I wanted us to last forever.
I wanted to be the on you hold.
I wanted to be the one with whom you grow old.
I wanted to wake up to you beautiful face each day.
I wanted you to stay.
This was not so.
You had to go.
You left me for some other guy.
While inside I layed down to die.
I do not say this to make you sad.
I do not say this to make you feel bad.
I only speek from the heart.
I wish we never had to part.
I just want you to know i still offer my hand.
If you do not take it I can no longer stand.
I should fall apart.
If you should depart.
My love still runs so true for you.
Please to me be true.

I love you with all my heart "Carrie" [name changed]. You know that so please come back to me.

All right, this little gem came from a friend's facebook wall. I took it and pasted it here because it is truly the most pathetic piece of crap I have ever read in my life. I hate this poem, and therefore, the person who wrote it, for the following reasons:
1) Learn to spell, you whiny, snot-nosed little waste of so-called “masculinity”
2) You cannot, I repeat cannot rhyme “part” with “-part”. I don’t care if the words were “part” and “depart”, you cannot rhyme them, end of story. Here’s $5, go get yourself some talent
3) Now, I wasn’t there when she broke up with you, so I don’t know if it was actually for another man or not, anyway, point is this: she most likely dumped you because you are an obnoxiously clingy little emo-bitch, and guaranteed, even a Thai transsexual seems more manly than you do right at this very moment.
4) Grammar, grammar, grammar, grammar, grammar, grammar, grammar, grammar, grammar, grammar, grammar, grammar, grammar, grammar, grammar. If you are going to speak English, please, for the love of all that is holy, please try to at least have some semblance of grammar. I don’t ask for much, just a slight knowledge is it. Which you clearly do not have, you little fuck-tard.
5) This was not so.
You had to go.

“I will not eat them on a plane, I will not eat them on a train. I do not like green eggs and ham, Sam I Am.” This is exactly what this particular stanza of the poetic master-piece above reminds me of. Hint for you: men who write like kindergartners are not sexy.
6) If you are allegedly not writing this to make her sad or “feel bad” (*shudder*) than why are you telling her this? Hm? Yeah, you’re getting it off your chest, but I guarantee that that is most definitely not the only reason you have chosen to bless this woman with this embarrassingly illiterate load of horseshit. Could it possibly be that you’ve decided, “Oh, hey! I have a good idea: if I just make her feel really guilty about leaving me, she’ll take me back right? Yuck yuck yuck.” (*sigh*) No, no, sad little geekling, alas, that is not how it works. You see, when one loves someone as deeply as you say you love this woman, then you must let her be free, so the old saying goes. If the “butterfly” returns, then it was meant to be… but sometimes, as in your case, the butterfly takes off with a resounding “Fuck you, ya’ creepy bastard!” and flits away, off to find someone who won’t attempt to smother her by closing her in a tightly sealed jar of neediness.
7) You put this on her Facebook wall? For all of her friends to see? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! You think her friends are going to have pity on you and beg her to take you back? Hell no! We’ll all say, “Wow, what an incredibly immature, inappropriate, and very, very creepy motherfucker,” and promptly call her to dissuade her from any yearning she may possibly have for your lame ass. You could’ve written her a nice letter, or even an e-mail for God’s sake, but no, you had to put this on a public-domain website in your pathetic attempt to embarrass her so badly, she has no choice but to take your sorry, milk-toast butt back. Not happening, stupid idea, and for that, I make fun of you, oh you Most High Paragon of Idiocy, you.
All right, I think you can catch my drift. I know I’m not the best poet in the world. However, I realize this and keep my stuff to myself, as it only serves the purpose of catharsis anyway, and is not really written for anyone else to read… just yours truly. What I really, really don’t get is why on Earth he would put this on her Facebook wall. I’ve already outlined what I’m very sure is the reasoning behind this act above, however it still boggles and confounds the mind! ‘K’, that’s enough for now… but I’ll be damned if his sweet tears of despair don’t make a delicious low-cal sweetener for my morning brew of rage-inated coffee.

Final thought: Remember kids: “It’s down the block, not across the street!” Here’s hoping you get it right the first time, jackass.