Resurrection of days long dead.

Loving someone just like me was terrible. We were a twister; a ball of flames-- so destructive, that we burnt everyone in our wake. I'm so sorry. We broke every bed, and smashed every fucking hope and dream our parents had for us. We screamed and yelled and decimated each other to the brink of permanent dislocation, and then you shoved me over the cliff. My, what a cliff that was.. Fuck me? No. Fuck you. We shattered every bone in our bodies violently explaining how "right" one of us was, but we only proved how fatally stubborn we really are. We rode the waves of life bareback. That was a mistake. We shot up the night, and drank up the tragedies like drunks fresh out of a failed rehab stint, as they rolled over us like rock crushers-- hair of the dog that bit you; "it's good for poetry", they said. Never a dull moment for us Abuser Never a craving I want what I had back Never a quiet moment We used to scream so loud.. Never left wanting more I want more than a manipulator. Never a deeper sadness than what we create together Damn straight I don't love you anymore.

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