fatal girls and tragic boys

i had a friend who was like my brother use me as a piece of a*s, then tossed me aside like i was useless and worthless. today i've moved on, with the help of writing about it. this was one of the first really somewhat revealing poem i wrote, about how it

for the moment i felt weak
breathless, deadly and fatal

 

he holds my life in his touch
our issues run togther, and become one
as his razorblade words cut at my lips

 

i'm a fading tragedy
continously falling apart
at the feet of the boy
who took me in his arms and saved my life

 

the tv screams laughter
as we sit on the pleather green couch
and our lips collide

 

theres not a doubt in my mind
in the end we'll fall apart at eachothers feet

 

so many worries, so little time

 

theres a terriost in my bed
he's holding me down
ending my life as we know it

 

for the moment i feel fatal
against the currents of the wind
the leaves kiss and cut at my shoes

 

will we ever live this down
we're the next tragedy
and baby you're the death of me

Author's Note

june 7th 2008 [written]