Hand traces - combing through her hair
Pull closer - leaning in - for the leftover - body
And sleeve is bloodied - "It ain't me"
A pressing on the chest - "He's overdosing"
Fragrant delight - of given vision
Spreading legs - "Let's toss him into bath"
The flow corrupts eyesight and hearing
No echo - dark - she locks and crosses feet
A tracing up her neck - invites hip linger
Sensations thirst - "Just take me" - kissing lips
And vibrant touch of skin - a thrill
Sinks sound - the desperate begging
"Suits you the least" - for being favoured
Hits syringe - light starts to flicker
"Take him by arms" - a splash
And eyelids heavy -
Her fingers digging into back
A jolt - each ******
Is moaned for harder - "Dead"
Convulsion - numbing self
And emptied reasons' dullness - strips
All vomitary hope -
An ache for clarity -
And fertile womb
For "being human" impregnation

******* you to hell.
You smolder inside my chest
Crying like an abandoned puppy,
Even my blood wants to get away from you.
You claim everything's yours, yours
To feel for, like a blind man, stumbling,
You are an emotional wreck. You
Brazen bull, I never cease to hear
The screams of agony that you burn.
It's so bad I could even smell the crisp
Of human flesh. It empties me of all hunger.
The air burns wherever I let it, but that
Always beats your burn, that is like the iron
At the center of the Earth. I hate you.
You burn. You burn my love notes,
My apologies, you burn my hatred,
My love, my time. You burn my dreams.
You are their crematorium. And I hate you
For forcing me around you
No matter how much I want you out.
I hate you,
And I hate you even more
For making me forget why,
My rumination seeping out
Replaced by "Fine.
Let's see how you do on your own."

The way you treated me,
After all you did to me,
Now suddenly your mood changed,
Is this game you played?

After you said no,
I was broken into pieces,
But now you want to change the flow,
Still — I’ll rather say no.

Let me tell you what you are:
A narcissist so bizarre,
A girl with bad hair,
A girl with no self-care.

You were too short for me anyways,
A dwarf with a bloated head,
One whose integrity is dead.
I’ll pass on this offer —
Because what is that you can differ?

Erase me from your life,
Stop dreaming of being my wife,
Cause my answer is still no —
Is all you need to know.

I wish you a great life ahead —
A Life with new beginning,
A life with some self-respect;
As you all have some right now,
Was straight up disrespect.

If only you had said yes before,
God knows what we could explore,
But you have now become my foe,
An annoying little crow.

You destroyed me from inside out,
I wept until my eyes dried out.
Your thoughts were moving in my head,
Now they are locked away in a shed.

I can’t forget all that,
We can’t just start from the back,
I will hate you for the rest of my life,
A fire that will burn bright.

I wish you could just vanish,
Those memories that have tarnished,
But you are still standing in front of me,
With the attitude of a wannabe.

My answer will always be no,
Forget I was your beau,
This is the best we both can do,
Nothing more to review.
You are just the thief of my life,
Which I have killed with a sharpen knife.

Awaken refreshed, hush the alarm, time for another caper,
cuddle with the kitty, good morning, my fuzzy lil slayer!

Feed the furballs, cereal for me, start the coffee maker,
may be a good day today, at least it looks good on paper.

Drain the main, check the mirror, what-up my playa—
wait a sec, is it my self-hate, or am I a little greyer?

Inhale my morning nicotine with a sugary caffeine chaser,
hazelnut and doubt, mmm, that's my favorite flavor...

Brush and shave, step into the Hypothetical Argument Simulator,
hope follows soap down the drain—oh well—see ya later!

All dressed up, glance to verify the happiness imitator,
hold my chin up high, but only for the cologne sprayer.

Front door locked, start the car, on the lookout for hidden radar,
try to outrun the bitterness, traffic jam, wish this were single-player.

Make it to work in one piece, if just the outer layer,
brain boiling beneath, my good old trusty traitor.

Do you know, what's it like?
To run, until the tendons,
in your legs,
crimp,
like accordion bellows,
held, in the grip,
of a vice?

...Do you know, what it's like?

When they smell the fear, from within...
which adheres, to your skin,
as it turns, to fright?

...Do you know, what it's like?

Not even seconds, to hide?
With the asbestos walls, exploding...
your lungs, go off, like a bomb,
and thrumming

But the headlights,

they just keep on coming?

...Do you know, what it's like?

But you can't stop running, oh, hell no,

Though the acid,
drips,
down the back,
of your throat.
And the panic,
sticks,
to your soul,
like Velcro...

But you try...

...Do you know, what it's like?

And do you even want,
or need, to survive it?

When your fatigue,
only gets them excited?

When the kick and blur,
of your legs,
and curves,
only registers,
as enticement?

Do you know, what it's like?

Here comes the headlights
around the bend,
again,
and it's do,
or die.

Do you think you could fight?

You can't look, at the trunk,
or you'll end up inside, it.
It's fight,
or you're ******,
but what if they... have,
a gun,
or a knife?

...Do you know...what it's like...?