her face is a despair
i am left a roiling pile of anger
frustrated quips
short ended

i am a fire
the pain of removal
a rip in fabric
fleshy bits
fall to splash

a pool resolves
is muddied

her face, her laugh all dangers
spoiling any peace
she came today
showed me her tattoo
i wanted to dig my
fingers into her flesh

the time spent was wasted
the love left was created
i see her and think rape

02/13/2005

Author's Note: I dont deal well with breakups.

Posted on 02/14/2005
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