i hate you, i hate the way that you beat me when i come home late i hate the way you yell at me when your wrong i hate that you are always mad i hate that you think you are superior to me but i love you, i love that you love me i love that you gave me life i love that you support me in everything i do i love that you would give anything for me to be happy but despite all of this love and hate, i can't be your favorite daughter i can't pretend to love you when at times i can't like you i can't support you anymore and most of all i can't continue to live with your suffocating, pestering, raw, unperceptive demenor. i'm sorry
Fireworks that spray paint brain matter and bits of tongue like obscenities in a bathroom stall. Spray paint everything yellow. Own everything. Burn everything. **** everything. Invade it; infect it, vivisect your name as an iron-on patch into it's guts. Stitch it in close to something necessary. A little bit of everything dies. Anything that can be possessed, umbrella of oppressions. Prancing. You'd make me cry just to see if it's possible. You'd push me off the edge to see how close I am. You'd push me off the edge to see how fast I fall. You'd step on my fingers to see if they bleed. You'd stomp in my teeth to see if they crack. You'd spit on the corpse to see if it hydrates. Cartwheeling. Anything abrasive, anything slightly toxic, something disgusting to indulge in. **** the gardens, **** the rivers and lakes; Died in a boar's den, died in the stomach of a volcano, gave it three days and decided death suits one just fine. Pieces of dishes stuck between your toes. A rainbow in violent undertones, the ROYGBIV of slashing motions. Tax exempt. Cartwheeling. A little bit of everything dies.