Soundlessly I creep Into your head Tiptoe around Your secrets and dread I knock upon Your door of lies Turn the **** To peek inside A humorless laugh Escapes my lips How had I known The secrets you kept I slam the door Let my anger rage Knowing it’d cause An aching migraine But it can’t compare To the hate I feel Just a manikin of clothes For you to peel I’m done with you And you’re hurtful tricks You are nothing to me You *******
it's the time of year when i look back at my calendars reminders, and today i remembered an ad for a long distance relationship bracelet, i wanted to buy the entire lot and smash them into, a thousand tiny fragments, and maybe that says something about how i cast this anger and loathing into the river of others' lives, muddy the entire network of water.
You built yourself a mirror Upon bright and tired eyes That surveyed your reflection So piously fantasized So, **** your compositions Whether praise or diatribe I won’t covet a kiss from lips Stained of stolen wine
Yet, despite my anger I see your face within the lights Like a painful apparition Of a past melodic life I’ll forever hold your damage In my heart, my love, my strife Now cut your justifications And think of me tonight
Start by hitting snooze Twice for good measure Leave the house just a few minutes later Turning right into a jam A thick, slow traffic jam Viscous car molasses But much less sweet Sit there for a second Simmering in sweat Your blood begins to boil Your hands begin to clench Grip the steering wheel Watch the clock tick time away Curse your screeching alarm Curse the convertible in front of you Curse Monday mornings Curse anything but yourself Know that screaming at the cars Won’t make that red turn green But do it anyway Honk your horn Flash an unfavorable finger To the vehicles doing the same to you How is it rush hour When everything is lagging Your will to move is sagging Roll your eyes at the radio Wishing listeners a good morning Oblivious to your mini meltdown Once you can peel away And break through that barrier Sprint down that street Swerving aggressively Whip into the parking lot Pretend your throat isn’t hoarse And your knuckles aren’t white Go about your day Get excited for tomorrow morning Tuesdays are better Right?