I've ripped the threads
from my half stitched heart,
with my teeth!
Clawing from the outside in.
I destroyed it,
before you did.
I set light to my soul.
I poured the gasoline,
lit the match, and
burned it before you did.
I ripped my tongue out
and nailed it to my desk,
before you had a chance to
say the things that would only
force my searing words.
I plucked my eyes from my head
before you had the chance to.
Seeing your crooked smile would
only cause more pain.
I broke my hands to keep from
clinching them in fits of rage.
I can't slit my own throat,
so I leave that one for you.
Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 10:23 PM UTC
I've ripped the threads
from my half stitched heart,
with my teeth!
Clawing from the outside in.
I destroyed it,
before you did.
I set light to my soul.
I poured the gasoline,
lit the match, and
burned it before you did.
I ripped my tongue out
and nailed it to my desk,
before you had a chance to
say the things that would only
force my searing words.
I plucked my eyes from my head
before you had the chance to.
Seeing your crooked smile would
only cause more pain.
I broke my hands to keep from
clinching them in fits of rage.
I can't slit my own throat,
so I leave that one for you.
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