Fridays

Fri, 10/09/2015 - 14:51 -- klurrr

Shut up shut up shut up shut up

literally the one place I am you have to come

and be and be loud and be yourself

 

I hate when you're yourself

I hate everything that comes out of your stupid mouth

I hate that you talk to my friends and to my enemies and

you talk about your family when you know that I can hear

 

I hate that there’s so much hate

because I am not a hateful person

I melt water out of ice and most times

I love every drop of it

but you cannot unfreeze

you are stuck in a fucking tundra and

I have tried for two years to stop pressing my warm hand

to your icicle heart.

 

Someday I’ll be away from here and I’m already so pissed

that I gave myself to someone who

is such a waste of beautiful space

and culture and light and education

 

You have no desire to be better

you have no desire to do anything but desire

anything that will quench you

that will give you a temporary relief to your insanity.

 

God, I wish it was insanity. 

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