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I
cannot believe I visit this place again. It smells so much the same
and I can even see the corner in which my death began - and only ended,
just days ago... and yet I dive in the deep end once more, clairvoyancy
nothing short of perfect - KNOWING of my untimely demise but still grasping
holding on for dear life to the sliver of hope that says it could happen,
it could happen, you just need to get out of here... what can I do to
make me understand that it won't, ever? He is just the slippery poison,
the next generation you were born too early it is that which you will
have to live with. Oh, I know it hurts sweetie but that's just the way
love goes sometimes, you win some and lose some - can I help it if it's
all snakes and no ladders? One thing's for sure your obsession is a
python it will strangle and stuck and hold until you hurt ALL OVER AGAIN
but there is no way I can convince you not to do this until he says
you're really ugly even then you'll be back for more I DON'T UNDERSTAND
YOU (Which is odd because I am you and who could know you better than
me?) I wish you'd stop this self-bruising self-destroying crusade that
you think brings you joy but you cannot for the life of you explain
the morning sickness the sleepless nights the hurting suffering slow-death
illness YOU CALL THIS PAIN LOVE think again bright eyes
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