A Poem About Being Evil

Evil spelled backwards tells me to live.

Although love is dangerous, impatient, and most of the time unkind.

I find myself lost in it’s endless labyrinth.

Because ignorance is bliss, and I am on cloud nine for the time being.

Seduced by the way love makes me live, and how it sometimes makes me evil.

But they’re the same thing, aren’t they?

 

Apathy, that word is the real evil.

The lack of any feeling, because without our emotions we’d all be robots.

In some ways we are those mechanical demons.

Believing lies of others, but no longer believing in ourselves,

just so we can feel appreciated for a few hours.

And eventually we end up soaking our pillow with salt water.

 

The dreams and fairytales morph into new life.

You start to feel again, and it really fucking hurts.

But you can see reality, in all it’s harsh clearness,

and start to notice the real evil.

It wasn’t you, but it could be if you follow.

Following the yellow brick road to the path of pain and regret.

To use others for you own evil.

 

I never thought about the way someone could hurt me, and not even know.

To stab me repeatedly, and not even leave a wound.

This, my friends, is a warning.

Don’t be dangerous, because most people can’t refuse the temptation of evil.

I believe there are two different evils.

One can make you live, and the other can kill.

Which one will you choose?

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I am the biggest fucking idiot on this planet.

I slept with my best friend’s older brother. I am literally stupid.

Why did I do this? You’re probably wondering….well, alcohol and hormones. FUCK YOU HOROMONES! I usually wouldn’t be this pissed at myself, but I don’t know why I did it, and it could cause some major conflict between my friend and I. God, I really hope she doesn’t find out.

This is how it went down. I went over to her house for Thirsty Thursday (margaritas), and I got pretty drunk. Her older brother kept kinda flirty with me, but I couldn’t tell for sure. I thought he was just messing with me. I helped him clean the kitchen, while my friend fell asleep in her room. After we were done cleaning we sat on the couch and watched some t.v. I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but I was standing in front of him and he started to tickle me. I bent down as a natural reaction to getting away from the tickling, and he pulled me in. Next thing I know, I’m straddling him and we’re making out. We thought someone saw us, so he asked if I want to go into his room. THAT WAS MY OUT! I COULD HAVE STOP ANYTHING ELSE FROM HAPPENING! WHY DIDN’T I DO THAT, YOU ASK! BECAUSE I’M AN IDIOT.

So now, I am praying to the God I don’t believe in that my friend doesn’t find out. Gosh, I really hope she doesn’t fine out. I’m also never sleeping with her brother again. Hope you guys find my mistakes funny, at least someone will be enjoying themselves.

Yours truly
Bittersweet author