Well done love.
The alliterations up to check
it's clear that you've been practicing.
"Backtalking little bitch,
you slut, you skank,
you Filthy Fucking whore!".
I'll stand up to it this time.
I promised I would.
I lost the plot ages before in this story...
your hands,
they covered the trackmarks from razorblades.
Kisses confused all the words that you spewed at me
(that's just my blood on the snow
but the sounds of your summertime lies
still etch the blurred memories harder into my dull retinas).
I'll break away
'cause I promised I would...

You know that I can't and I hate you
I hate you inside of me
hate you on top of me
pounding me
joke after joke of a reason for doing this
reason for being here
you know I hate that I love you
I love you
and all of my hate won't suffice

But you love me.
I don't know the feel of your lips
from the feel of of your fists
or the feel of your words pressing down on me...
This isn't me
I'm not one of those girls
You don't think I'm a whore
I'll wake up
But you love me.
It's Ok.
You love me.
And that's all that counts.
It's ok.
I'm alright.
Yeah, I'm fine.

You love me.
You love me.

03/15/2004

Author's Note: All the girls I know who are in relationships and talk like this and tell me all the things they say and do and top it off with love thats based on sex and routine and "take it or leave me"... commitment based on guilt and lack of selfworth. But it's fine. On the good days they tell them they love them and down goes the sun.

Posted on 03/15/2004
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