Cruel days, cruel fingers, I am so incredibly hateful, indelible stains across my mouth and my throat. Cut it off, cut it away, there is nothing left to remove and nothing left to look forward to.
That's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
It's all
I
wanted.
I don't want to be him, but I am.
Nothing but rage and manipulation. Total control, total abhorrence. I can try to shove him down to my toes, I can clench and force and keep my eyes shut so he can't peek around when I am sleeping, daydreaming, gone. But it's useless.
I don't have anything to say.
What part of I will make you despise me do you not understand?
(I guess I'm still alive)
Nothing you could do, could make me despise you.
ReplyDeleteNothing, at all.
I've nothing but you, sometimes; and that tragic same-ness you and I share at the worst of times.
But I'm sending you love; the only part of me that is still true, today.