Roses are red and
violets are blue.
die, bitch.
“To the Girl who works at Starbucks down the street from my house on Del Mar Heights Road; I swear to God, I’m not a stalker.”
It’s not that
I don’t love you
more
that I can’t
remember
where I end
and you begin.
I love me
because of you.
Raw, Naked Art 
I love me because of you too. 🙂
Rudy Francisco was awesome.
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I’m glad you liked it. I sifted through a lot of poems to find one I really liked. So many spoken-word poets think the only emotion that matters is anger.
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Although spoken poetry is about expressing passion and, both anger and live fit well within that.
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