Sunday, March 13, 2011

Distinction of Love

Hate you?
How could I? I wish it was that easy.
The pure distinction of love that we have is merely nothing more than fiction and facades.
Lies, I'll take them- I have no choice
Molly- I know about her, and your intamacy with Her, I know about that too
Why lie? Little, white, pooling, lies of love.

Action, will I take it? How could I- but I will.
Crawling back hands and knees to the fiction fairytale facade- open up.
I now realize I am more pure than you allowed me to be, more pure than you wanted to admit I was, I am.

Let's erase- start from square one- although part of me wants to cut the last piece of paper.
Confusion induldged in dillusion, our pathetic distinction of love.

Set me free? Please...

Friday, March 11, 2011

Pathetic Piece of SHIT

Lies slip through your teeth
You are a pathetic excuse for a human being.
Fucking her? How did it feel- i hope it felt good enough-
to Lose me.
Forever.
Don't ever come crawling back.
Hope your moment of satisfaction leaves you with a lifetime of happiness, because you LOST a LIFETIME of us.
Fuck You.

Capital C

You tell me to try, to atleast mend;;
How the fuck can I when your poisonous words and actions don't allow me to even mutter?!
Get off your high white horse; take a step back.
Just because your mensturating emotions allow you to lash out doesn't merely make it right.
Fuck you for being fucking brat at this gentle moment in time,
Fuck the fact that i am so head over heels for you
and fuck my weakness for not snapping back...

OK,
now that my rant is done...
Hey Mr. Grumpy Gills... smile you brat. Loveyou.

Naivity

You lie in your simplistic skin, still naive
Believe it or not my rage is out-thrown due to the fact that my gentle soul is scared for you
A lifetime that I've longed for is the image that reflects through her words- while her actions are deflected onto you.

The wrestless nights that we spend together and you lying in your own bed; alone, and ignorant to the harsh reality;

Breathe-
although my rage may come out; i am now holding back
your lessons will linger in your fragile thoughts- as my poisoness knowledge rings throughout mine.

She holds me, tainted as I am, broken, as I lay- and less naive than you; but still a mere child.