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An edit to the previous entry...
not about anyone on facebook, and not addressed to anyone who is reading it. No extreme drama intended, just a rant. Just a rant.
Also, I wrote a lovely poem about the whole general shit. It's quite nice. In a fucked up sort of way.
Consequences
Your words slipped onto me, off of me,
like Snail Scum, Sticky, Sickly,
acidic matter burning through my skin.
Your glance abused me with Sin, Fury, Disgust,
qualities you suddenly admire in yourself.
“I hate you.” You wanted to believe it as you spoke
But failed.
Your self-induced nihilistic attitude bringing about
A cliff-hanging destruction.
Sadistic intentions, sadistic requests for your
so-called justice.
An intensified sense of agony.
I wanted, then, to tell you,
to enlighten you, to inform you,
to illuminate your gothic mind
with the wisdom you could never have -
Hatred,
my Love,
is a poison that your heart swallows.
You swaggered away from me, pseudo-confident,
Lacking in Goodbyes,
Hoping you had left me Broken, Shattered, Helpless
Fantasizing that “Hate” and “Slut” could break me down
But I remained standing… Balanced without
You
Leaning on me -
Thank you.
not about anyone on facebook, and not addressed to anyone who is reading it. No extreme drama intended, just a rant. Just a rant.
Also, I wrote a lovely poem about the whole general shit. It's quite nice. In a fucked up sort of way.
Consequences
Your words slipped onto me, off of me,
like Snail Scum, Sticky, Sickly,
acidic matter burning through my skin.
Your glance abused me with Sin, Fury, Disgust,
qualities you suddenly admire in yourself.
“I hate you.” You wanted to believe it as you spoke
But failed.
Your self-induced nihilistic attitude bringing about
A cliff-hanging destruction.
Sadistic intentions, sadistic requests for your
so-called justice.
An intensified sense of agony.
I wanted, then, to tell you,
to enlighten you, to inform you,
to illuminate your gothic mind
with the wisdom you could never have -
Hatred,
my Love,
is a poison that your heart swallows.
You swaggered away from me, pseudo-confident,
Lacking in Goodbyes,
Hoping you had left me Broken, Shattered, Helpless
Fantasizing that “Hate” and “Slut” could break me down
But I remained standing… Balanced without
You
Leaning on me -
Thank you.