Settling Scores By Burning Bridges

when you said goodbye you smirked as if I cared,
when you walked away you held your head high as if I was watching,
and when you cried you pried for my fingertips as if i was willing to save you.




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funny how we can be so stilted in our convictions.  for explaining them will not transcend anyone’s barriers and ignoring them will surely tear us down.

we sway in a drunkenly manner toward the ground, trying to make sense of the way soil can speck our eyes at birth but then slip down to our hearts with age.



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I thought you deserved to be wrung out.  I see all the murky words drip out from you till you were aware of what was wrong and what was understandable.  then I wanted to coil the fishing line and slide it over your head, onto your neck, and
squeeze.

the potent desire to watch blood choke you was infecting me,
each day growing stronger, more dominant.




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you crushed me like an anthill fighting against cyclones and tsunamis.  I was pathetically dangled on your collarbone, waiting for the moment you slurred my name and promised me I glimmered more than her stained sheet legs.

I was the scent of perfume three days after its used by date.  I was the grumble of thunder after the storm, I was the extra five kilograms that made the scales snap.

I was yours, bound by the way you hated everything I stood for.




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but then months passed and so did my lust for your blood.

I don’t think I really mind where you die now,
as long as it is soon
and slow.




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3am phone calls aren’t a substitute for love anymore.