two more months, and it will be a year since you left.
and
i still have so many questions...
how come all i can write about is you
how come when it's late at night
and the dishes are *****
all i can think about is ball room dancing in the kitchen with you
and you laughing because i can't dance
for the life of me
and how come i still think of you ******* me against that cheap chinese made sink that always leaks
especially
in the heat of that one summer
with
your mom
in the other room
and how we tried to stay quiet
but
ended up breaking into fits of obnoxious laughter
i always did love your one dimple
and how it always came out at the worst possible times
but **** you and **** your family
and **** all the lions in Africa
i don't need you to rule this world
or regain my pride
you opened your arms to me
and got so use to holding me
tha you failed to realize that you started to hold me against my will
so
many nights
you drowned your common sense with that bottle of whiskey
and
so many nights you ate me like that birthday cake i made you
and so many nights you'd pin me down
and
**** me when
i was crying about my other ninety nine problems
and i trusted you
and
you ended up being the worst one
and you would just hold me there
suspended in time
as you
****** away the day
and
my life
.
you just wouldn't let me go home.
my mom was in the driveway waiting
for me
and
i was too busy crying to notice.
shaken up
and over the top
like a cold coca cola.
waiting
for you to give me the okay
to put on my clothes
and buckle my seat belt
and lick the sticky sweetness of you off my lips..
do you
remember that one hot humid summer
when you hydroplaned
and crashed your car into that ravine
and nearly killed me
and all you were worried
about was the police figuring out
you didn't have insurance
and that guy with that lifted ford pulled your car out of that ravine and you laughed
and
shrugged it off
and sped away
well
despite what we thought
i died in that ravine
that day
and sometimes i wonder if you ever visit my grave
or hold me high in your head
do you..?
i want to go back in time
before the days
when no meant yes
and
your hands didn't feel like sandpaper
i want to tell you before you ever set your sights on a girl like me
to cut your loses
and let your expectations
and
me
go.
i want to tell you all the things i hate about you
and that
i hate you for not letting me leave sooner.
and that i just
i hate you.
but
i
don't
in a twistedly
unexpected way
i think i forgave you a long time ago
but yet
i want to stab you in the throat and drink your blood like sweet wine..
so i can cherish
the ice that runs in your veins
and freezed
me over
all
those
frigid months ago
when no one bothered to save me.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
two more months, and it will be a year since you left.
and
i still have so many questions...
how come all i can write about is you
how come when it's late at night
and the dishes are *****
all i can think about is ball room dancing in the kitchen with you
and you laughing because i can't dance
for the life of me
and how come i still think of you ******* me against that cheap chinese made sink that always leaks
especially
in the heat of that one summer
with
your mom
in the other room
and how we tried to stay quiet
but
ended up breaking into fits of obnoxious laughter
i always did love your one dimple
and how it always came out at the worst possible times
but **** you and **** your family
and **** all the lions in Africa
i don't need you to rule this world
or regain my pride
you opened your arms to me
and got so use to holding me
tha you failed to realize that you started to hold me against my will
so
many nights
you drowned your common sense with that bottle of whiskey
and
so many nights you ate me like that birthday cake i made you
and so many nights you'd pin me down
and
**** me when
i was crying about my other ninety nine problems
and i trusted you
and
you ended up being the worst one
and you would just hold me there
suspended in time
as you
****** away the day
and
my life
.
you just wouldn't let me go home.
my mom was in the driveway waiting
for me
and
i was too busy crying to notice.
shaken up
and over the top
like a cold coca cola.
waiting
for you to give me the okay
to put on my clothes
and buckle my seat belt
and lick the sticky sweetness of you off my lips..
do you
remember that one hot humid summer
when you hydroplaned
and crashed your car into that ravine
and nearly killed me
and all you were worried
about was the police figuring out
you didn't have insurance
and that guy with that lifted ford pulled your car out of that ravine and you laughed
and
shrugged it off
and sped away
well
despite what we thought
i died in that ravine
that day
and sometimes i wonder if you ever visit my grave
or hold me high in your head
do you..?
i want to go back in time
before the days
when no meant yes
and
your hands didn't feel like sandpaper
i want to tell you before you ever set your sights on a girl like me
to cut your loses
and let your expectations
and
me
go.
i want to tell you all the things i hate about you
and that
i hate you for not letting me leave sooner.
and that i just
i hate you.
but
i
don't
in a twistedly
unexpected way
i think i forgave you a long time ago
but yet
i want to stab you in the throat and drink your blood like sweet wine..
so i can cherish
the ice that runs in your veins
and freezed
me over
all
those
frigid months ago
when no one bothered to save me.
****
i hate your guts
in the best way possible.
you've turned me into a physchopathic lover
robbed me of everything
but at the same time
given me a new chance and perspective on life.
(as far as i'm considered i still hate you though)
