Provocative And Talkative.

#3

 Through the walloping headache,

I think of your face.

Through the tears and the razorblades,

I think of what should've been,

but never would've been.

Me with you.

 The red spills over the asphalt,

rolls downt the sides of the streets.

Your touch I will forever keep close to me.

Now leave this be.

 The scarlet stained sheets and the record skipping in the other room are the memories that you will forever keep of me.

Crawling,

pushing,

and tearing up myself.

I can't stand it,

I hate you.

But it's the other way around.

 

Author's Note

ending?