You Said InfatuatedA Poem by Wasteofpaint666
The truth hurts.
Not like a bullet, But like a thousand razor blades Tracing the veins on my eyelids. Like tiny blue eyes that should be ours. Like fireworks next door When you’re sad home alone. Like vomiting up your memories after Drinking to forget. Like veins made of poison, Like every breath is swallowing choking gas. The truth f*****g rips people apart. “I am happy for you.” I say through the tears. Part of me means it. Part of me wants to rip that sentence Into a thousand different pieces, And on each piece Write apology after apology After apology; To myself and to you. Part of me wants to cut off my tongue. Part of me wants to Watch you marry her, watch you die Happy. Part of me wants to kill myself. Part of me wants to kill you. Part of me wants to cry. Part of me wants to burn the universe down. The rest of me is consumed with Emptiness © 2015 Wasteofpaint666 |
StatsAuthorWasteofpaint666Portland, ORAboutI treat objects like women, I drink like my dad, and I'm not as cool as you think. I spend more than half my day in head. INTJ, OCD, and BAMF. more..Writing
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