I hope you shake our home with your anger
and it collapses under our added weight.
I hope that you raise your white flag,
let the breeze scream out its surrender.
I hope that those from the congregation trying
to save us get ****** off and give up on us too.
I hope that you unfriend me from Facebook,
and tell your friends to do the same. I hope
you destroy all the moments, cut the
pictures of us into threes. Tear the
worst from the best and burn through the
all rest, watch my face distort in the flame.
And when you are with fast shrinking friends
at every single’s club in Louisiana, I hope
that you tell every ******* one of them
just how bad I performed in the sack.
In fact, the more you slander me the better.
I hope you fill those sad, bloodless husks with lies.
I hope that you refuse to forgive me. I hope
you move back to Tallahassee. In three
years time, with your new life all divine,
I hope you forget that she’s my new wife.
I hope that sometime you’ll learn to love me
and say that this was a bad phase of our life.
Tomorrow, I’ll bleed out what’s left of “forever”
and choke on “happily ever after”. And you
think that you’ve finally gotten over cause
I never think to get sober. But I hope you
recall staring down the unhinged frames
on the wall, you’re coming down with me too.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
I hope you shake our home with your anger
and it collapses under our added weight.
I hope that you raise your white flag,
let the breeze scream out its surrender.
I hope that those from the congregation trying
to save us get ****** off and give up on us too.
I hope that you unfriend me from Facebook,
and tell your friends to do the same. I hope
you destroy all the moments, cut the
pictures of us into threes. Tear the
worst from the best and burn through the
all rest, watch my face distort in the flame.
And when you are with fast shrinking friends
at every single’s club in Louisiana, I hope
that you tell every ******* one of them
just how bad I performed in the sack.
In fact, the more you slander me the better.
I hope you fill those sad, bloodless husks with lies.
I hope that you refuse to forgive me. I hope
you move back to Tallahassee. In three
years time, with your new life all divine,
I hope you forget that she’s my new wife.
I hope that sometime you’ll learn to love me
and say that this was a bad phase of our life.
Tomorrow, I’ll bleed out what’s left of “forever”
and choke on “happily ever after”. And you
think that you’ve finally gotten over cause
I never think to get sober. But I hope you
recall staring down the unhinged frames
on the wall, you’re coming down with me too.
This is sorta angry. Sorry guys and gals.
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