The thing is,
I hate her.
I know she's not America's Sweetheart,
She's America's Sweetest slut.
She put on her long blonde wig,
And dances,
Dance,
Dance,
Dance,
DANCE.
And shows off her legs more than the Pussycat Dolls,
But she sings about being yourself,
And being in puppy love.
So it's alright,
Everything's alright.

The thing is,
I love him.
He's the best thing that ever happened to me,
He's the best friend I could ever ask for,
He stands by me and when people make fun,
He scolds,
Scold,
Scold,
Scold,
SCOLD.
The only thing he shows off is his gorgeous brown eyes,
And he knows about being yourself,
More than about singing,
And he's alright,
Everything's alright.

The thing is,
They're together.
And with him she's so honest and open,
About how far she can spread her legs but not with who,
So she does it and not just with him,
She fucks,
Fuck,
Fuck,
Fuck,
FUCK.
She never looks into his eyes and sees the little green flecks,
And he doesn't see past the hair,
Or that it doesn't work,
They think they're alright,
Everything's alright.

The thing is,
I can't take it anymore.
We go out to this new hot club,
And she hardly gets off the dance floor,
In time to screw her ex,
She screws,
Screw,
Screw,
Screw,
HER.
I know I should be the one to tell him,
But it's so unfair it's me,
I love him,
And it's not alright,
Nothing's alright.

The thing is,
He cries,
And his head falls into my lap,
And I stroke his soft brown hair silently,
While he does it,
He sobs,
Sob,
Sob,
Sob,
STOP!
He looks up at me in surprise,
And I tell him about it,
He kisses me,
And it's not alright to stop,
It'll never be alright.

The thing is,
It's wonderful,
And everything after this moment,
Will either be gloriously triumphant and amazing,
Or torturous and heartbreaking,
We kiss,
Kiss,
Kiss,
Kiss,
LOVE.
He pulls away and looks at me,
Tells me I'm perfect,
I say ditto,
And we're alright,
Everything's alright.

AN: It's like three AM and I shouldn't be awake. I am though, and this is what it is. You can expect more of these type of drabble poems because they're very cathartic to me. Night guys, hope you're sleeping better than me.

May 5, 2009: Spacing officially fixed. And thank god, it was driving me up a wall.