baby, it was me, not you.
the perfect words for the perfect breakup.
well;; let me tell you this
lets go on one more date.
[I'd love to be your useless doormat again tonight.]
your body will lie on daddy's leather car seat
I will lure you in for a kiss then...ACTION!
the motion picture begins.
you made a mistake, darling. && i promise,
you [won't] will regret it.
transmitting leeches into your jaws
sucking your cells, your breathing cuts short
gauge the eyes with your swiss
garden snakes infest those dreamy eyes
I watch you [you can't see me]
struggle to find some use in your lungs
shaking from the bites in the gum
you're the man, aren't you?
Face it baby, you're a terrible mess.
i wasn't the crazy one after all.
slicing your soft skin,
i trace the outline of that gorgoeus face
leaving every mark for daddy to kill you
because it's your fault, not mine.
piercing holes into your lungs
your chest opens- intestines gashing onto the steering wheel.
liquid pours onto the white leather &
I smile at your pretty face.
Fainted and pale,
i turn you to your back.
slicing your skin, I feel you trembling
causing the water to splatter onto the dashboard...
you are a mess. a total mess.
Lovely last days
savoring moments
alas i kiss you
and walk away
from your dying
corpse.
[the grave is already dug, darling.
just make a left when you leave the car.]
Author notes
my old neighbor threw a dead rabbit on our lawn. I'm sure it's him or our current ones- either way I hope they die...i hate them with all my heart. this is just My way of torture. I hope you enjoy.
i was kind of thinking of a physcotic rich girl whose boyfriend broke up with her, and she's trying to deny that's she's not the crazy one...well, it's like a...hmm..irony? i don't really know.
hahaha
Comments
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i like the poemoverall. it could use some touch ups, but it is written beautifully. it says so much, and i like that in a poem. thanx for entering and good luck

