pretentious
I keep pulling at my hair
like maybe that will help
if I could number all the things wrong with the world I would
but I dont know my alphabet without reciting it
I broke my heart into fourths for you
I'd be willing to say you hurt more than him
I wanted you to scream.
I wanted you to fucking scream.
I wanted you to pace the floor
I wanted you to hate the cold tiles 'cause you had more important pain to feel than cold
I wanted you to grab your stomach but you couldn't 'cause its not there
I wanted you to stare at the embers and tug at your hair like it'll help something
I want you to stare at what you did and wish you could do it again
I want you to lose enough sense that you can
believe.
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tearsofrainposted on 06/01/2008
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