I cannot catch my breath
and cannot think of anything else
than beating my fists against your chest
and crying until I need rest.
I hate you and you never did me wrong
but I desire distance none the less
and have so much to confess
but you already know what I have to say
the best I can do is go away
and rob myself of today.
In quiet consolation I create hatred
and turn a soft heart to hardest lead
while I grit my teeth dying in bed.
Perhaps the ativan will kick in
and I can spend life numb instead
indifferent to this shit in my head.
I hate you for these feelings you've stirred.
Y-O-U is my new favorite four letter word.
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