I'll call you fly.
The very essence of my annoyance.
The distraction from far away, and the utter bull shit when you are near, whispering nonsense in my ear.
Yes you the fly, tiny with a big ego.
and possibly if you come near me one more time, you will have a fairly short life span.
Please, intertwine those lying lips with words I try to speak
and watch me hate thee, just watch me.
Please stare coyly at my pounding heart, try to rip it to shreads, tear it apart
Its what you do best, right?
Its what you know best, right?
You, fly, I could crush you if I wanted to, only if I wanted to.
And believe me some days I so badly wish I wanted to
I could learn to shoot off your wings like in that movie, where nothing was believable
sort of like you... in the worst of ways, you trying to deceive me in every action,
When I think you've gone away, you land closely and try to whisper something...
Just try to whisper something...
I close my eyes and picture you... I picture you gone, gone from my life
I imagine it being peaceful.. Winter is love with out the bugs
Winter is love.
Love, Love we never had, oh please don't speak about the nomads
The life you wish you led
You're a fucking fly
a bug..
no one wants your life
Look me in the eye you stupid fucking fly
you drifting in and out of my life like this only makes me resent your being here
break my heart once, shame on you
break it twice, and its broken for life
fucking fly, please please, just let it die.
Please tell me what you think
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good. i love how you keep the whole fly metaphor throughout the piece, but the last stanza could use some cleaning up. it doesn't flow as neatly as the first part.


