Was I supposed to be impressed
by how pleasantly
you never had emotional tendencies toward me.
Thank-you dearly for
burying me in a pit,
then remembering to water the soil afterwords.
It made it so much easier
for the bitterness to grow.
Eventually the grudge will vanish,
but the pain will not.
At least you were decent enough
to clean up all the metaphors
you made me write about
your lovely mess.
You’ve described my current situation perfectly.
I’m angry that you; a random girl; a stranger; can affect my emotions and they way I go through life. The punch line is that you don’t even know or care. Just remember: I’m a petty SOB. Still love ya though!
Sometimes I feel like doing heroin to see what comes out. Let these skeletons dance around.
it always wears off.
Sometimes it doesn’t completely wear off. It can linger for awhile. Trust me.
I don’t understand why I have to be such a little bitch sometimes. What ever happened to repressed memories and feelings. Those were the good old days. My cups beginning to overflow even though it always leaked.
Fuck man. This hits way too close to home right now. If only. AAHHH FUCK EM ALL!
Mord fustang
