The crucial words that sound so sweet
slip out your bitter lips and fall,
and stay shattered on the bathroom floor beside your empty bottle of alcohol.
Held back to avoid being spoiled by the upshot,
but makes no difference to how you touch her...
just as I'm irretrievably lost to confining blackness.
And we both hear each other's screaming but who knows what the hell for?
Take me, only me and me entirely
or otherwise turn away your back and let me turn mine.
This is a permanent laceration - unnecessary, for this torment should not be mine.
There is no limitation to the extent to which I hate.
In myself I've never found a want to hate so strong,
for every lie you drivel out and each contradicting glance.
Regardless,
in myself I've never found a love this staunch.
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