Break MeA Poem by Justin FlumeBreak me. That’s all I ask for. Please… Crush my hard shell babe. But how the hell could you ever be able to. Yeah it’s not exactly like I just open up! Give one f**k and you’ll probably get sucked in by all my s**t. I tend to have that effect on people.
I look up into the mirror. I see the blood running from my eyebrows and lips. I spit in the sink. Fall to the floor. “I was patient! I was fine! It’s just a different kind.” I softly say to myself. “And now who the hell am I?!” I scream without making a sound. I reach for my cigs. I light one. I take a single drag as the memories starts storming in my head. Memories of f*****g up every single shot I had at love. I see tears. I hear crying. And what do I do? Not a single f*****g thing.
I feel like a monkey stuck in a cage with a lit stick of dynamite. Just waiting as a boy with an ant farm slowly tries to f*****g kill me.
Settle down. I’m screaming louder for the pain. The pain that I put myself through. Falling even further than what could’ve been a lesser spirit of me. “So sing for this black despair. Place your pain in your words.” That’s what he said to me so long ago. And that’s all I try to do.
So I’m not going to hand out a piece of s**t about love. I’m going to hand you the s**t that comes next. Falling further and further anxiously awaiting the inevitable.
Whatever comes our way. I’ll kick the s**t out of if it tries to f**k us up.
I feel like I’m ready. Ready to lead a complete li(e) fe. And I honestly believe in that.
And with that said. Have a great f*****g night.
Now get the f**k away from me. © 2012 Justin FlumeReviews
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