The thing about love is it leaves a bitter aftertaste.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

the other

i broke your heart.
and right at the point when you were down.
how sadistic.
i told you i wanted to see you.
to do it right.
i don't feel like that now.
i want to rub salt all over you.
i imagine it would sting so much.
maybe i shouldn't...
i might get envious.
i've decided to hate you because i don't feel any pain.
screw you--
no, you say you're too afraid.
i so want to be you right now.
have a wall collapse over me
throw in the wrecking ball that toppled it.
i want to bleed.
ache.
throb.
but you won't hurt me.
that's how i know it would never work.

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