Patch

maybe a little bit pointless, but sometimes it needs to get out.

I'm not good with words. 

rethinking

unthinking,

my brain is a mass of musings, waiting to come out. 

they burst at the seams, these words,

sometimes tripping and falling all over each other.

stumbling and stuttering their way to consciousness;

uncontrollable. 

                              They

                            want to

                        be witty, they

                      want to be smart,

                  they want to make

                                  you bleed.                 

Just like yours did to me. 

but i'm pretty sure a hearty 

F**K YOU

would suffice. 

I think it's awful that,

after three years of friendship,

all i want to do is punch you in the nose, as hard as i can,

see if it bleeds. 

After all, actions speak louder than words, right? 

You would know that most of all.

but, contrary to  your belief, i won't do anything. 

not

one

thing. 

i'll let you have the last word, 

let you think you're something special. 

but a little word of advice: you're not. 

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

I loved the start of this piece, and then it got personal, after the FU I got a bit dizzy. The way you spread words on a page, it really does work out very well.