Smeared Black Ink

i was the one worth leaving

of course you love

me,

freak-o... I am you

so what am I wanting...

"why cant you be a better man?"

i say this to myself with impudence

as a task

"whom else is up to that task?"

(whom else cares about that)

"i don't give a f**k about that"

is my constant response

(so we are perfect)

together

(we are made alone)

are you alone tonight?

(thought naked)

forever separated

as liars

we are safe

(for the...)

talking to me again?

(superficially)

we are the same thing

in big block letters...

    I am not meant for this place

and the only thing

jubilently

out of context

is me explaining my place

(I am the one just visiting)

might be my purpose

so much about

me

as a freak

talking to me again...

(myself)

are you alone again tonight?

does it matter

I sleep so out of context

 

I am the one just visiting

　"everyone dies alone"

　

Author's Note

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[aLittlePain]

'Being a better man' is not high on the list of anyone's priorities! We want better jobs, a better car....it's all just superficial s**t that we wrap ourselves in to continue on with the delusion, it's not even something we're concerned with its how we cope with how s****y and vicious we can be! This felt kind of frantic to me like spitting words. Very rage against the machine...does that even make sense.
Of course I love you! R xo