The Kitchen Floor

Blood is spreading on the floor.

It seems I drained myself to death.

She rejected me again;

A hundred times in a single breath.

My vision is horizontal.

I enjoy this point of view.

If she were here with me she’d look

Like she doesn’t have a clue.

But that’s okay because she isn’t,

And I can expire in some type of peace.

The tiled floor feels like a bed;

A place where I’m honored to cease.

The ones you’ll never get are the

Ones that have the worth.

But the ones who spurn make you

Want to leave this earth.

Reviews

[Catastrophe]

Great flow...and the rhymes are beautiful. I love it.
There's a lot of tension and I find it really sad...its a very good write!

[loserface mcgee]

this is fantastic. it's beautiful, and then you remember what's happening, and you feel a wave of pity and sorrow. good stuff.
-vea.

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Intense. Beautiful.