I could keep waiting for him to come back to me..I know he won't because he was never here. I could keep waiting for him to miss me, but he won't because he never loved me. I could keep waiting to be enquired about..missed..desired..all in vain. All of it. Lies. Nothing's left but rage. I will wait. I will keep waiting to break him--destroy him, maim him. I will kiss him with all the gentle tender passion of a shark. He'll come join me beneath a warm steel-wool blanket, and we'll make cold pseudo love. He'll embrace all my pain, enjoy the scars on my flesh, and kill any remnants of hope in my heart. Lemon juice will quench his thirst, for it's sweeter than anything he deserved..I'll continue to harbor all these ills; these plagues and pockmarks on my soul, until his does the same.
But hope resides within my name..for surely two souls cannot die...One soul down, one to go..I know you'll use it well. heart
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Walks in the Park with a Freak
My little corner of the universe where up is down, right is wrong, love is hate, and pain is pleasure...kind of like Bizzaroworld-but with a random, silly, and dramatic girl instead of that evil Superman =^.^=
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Been down this road too many times, chica. You are not alone.