the awkward static
in the air
every time you
invade my
life.

your poorly-curled
shit-brown hair,
sleeping around
your bony
shoulders.

your scary,
wandering eyes,
blue like your
uncontentable
soul.

the excruciating laugh
erupting from your
huge, wrinkly lips,
a laugh like
the orgasm

given by your
new sucker,
oblivious to all the
similarities you share
with Satan's spouse.

your boobs,
or lack thereof,
covered by layers
of padding,
the way you

insulate your life,
a bubblegirl,
never able to be crushed,
always the one to inflict
the hurt.

but what i hate most
is that
you're still adorable.

and i hate myself
for knowing
i'd do it again.

just one last time.



At least.

02/24/2010

Posted on 02/24/2010
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