Wednesday, April 09, 2003

You

I wince as bile and gasoline are pumped into my heart
I can’t make sense of what you’re doing
to me
I know you’re trying to tell me
something
I know I’m supposed to come away from this
better
But:
- All you’re doing is tearing me up
- All you’re doing is carving into my chest
- All you’re doing is breaking me
over and over and over and over
again
until the pieces disappear from sight

But they don’t vanish
I’m still here
in pieces
in pain

I don’t think you know how much this hurts
I don’t think you know how weak you are making me

And here’s your chance to destroy what’s left
Here’s your chance to burn my heart
to blister bubbles onto it
to char it black into coal
to burn
Oh! to burn me into
nothing

But you don’t even grant me that
I’m still here
in pieces
in pain

You know, I am learning something
I’m beginning to learn how to
hate
you


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