they say revenge tastes sweet
but, god, jealousy is so bitter
i'm dripping onto my keys
damning amtrak
and indiana
and notre dame
and every fucking speed bump in the way
but most of all you
(especially you)
for letting me let you go
and having the audacity to lure me back in
what were your intentions?
i have wasps where my heart should be
and i don't have a metaphor,
or an allegory, to cover up
so you can put away your cover girl
and your mascara
cause this isn't poetry
this is much more than that
this is me avenging my heart
and setting out the hounds
the dog days are over baby
and i don't think you have nine lives
because you can have my mind
or my heart
but no longer will you share them
together like that
cause i can beat for you
or think about you
but i'd be scared of what runs through my mind
because i'm the kind of boy
that will finger you
or slit your throat
or both at the same time
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this is really dark, and damaged, and understandable.
ReplyDeletethere's a rawness here, an anger and brokenness that really does remind me of the way all the emotions you have about something can wash over you when you've had a few too many-- it's the dangerous drunkeness of trainwrecks and poets and psych patients. it's the inebriated internal struggle.
you're sort of damaged, friend, but i'd be a hypocrite if i condemned you for it. in any case, sometimes it's better to let it all out than to hold onto to things that can make you crazy.
i had to write or else it would kill my inside. it's all that's left. i guess it's like you said - at least it looks pretty in words, for whatever that's worth.
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