When

 

As my eyes burn, I turn to her and ask a question
…one that I cannot repeat here.

Her reply was simply to look at me with disgust
..I have that effect sometimes..

As she saw me look down in disappointment
..her eyes pretend to act sympathetic

The list of what I am seems to be three words long..
..three that I cannot repeat here.

My reply was simply to look at her with disgust
..but I am those three sometimes..

Life is a list. I can’t change it
..but I am allowed to hate it.

If I told you that you were fucked in the head
..would you hate me then too?

“when did the love letters die out” she asked
“here you go..” just for her: nice tits. lets f**k.

Hearts died when we stopped using our words
Hiding behind our alter egos.

..and souls? They died long before the hearts
we would rape what were our guardian angels.

As the tears flowed, I asked her a question
“so, when did your heart die?”