Friday, June 1, 2012

Poisonous Stain

Tell me love,
Where do you get off?
I fuckin carried you!
Loved you harder than anyone could.
My heart beat,
blood pulsing through me,
only to bring you happiness!
My every waking moment,
my every passing thought.
All that I wanted,
was to make it not your fault.
Point your finger,
assign me the blame.
As long as it makes you hurt less,
I can bear this pain.
And still here you are,
ungrateful husk of a wanna-be man.
Poisoning my mind,
with your childish stand.
Move on, let me go.
It's over and I wanna be left alone.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hopefully that stain is gone for good.