I see you there,
It sucks to think of you,
us,
a prevalance of void here,
d****ed beauty,
An overblown sense of her own
importance
I almost wish you never lived,
forget about you.
Florid with fantasies,
it's so awful, a perfect imitation,
a liability to love, forget you.
Alone, dissapointment, grotesque thoughts,
Still...
your arms cradle them, her,
poisionous, trashy, slut,
l o n e l i n e s s.
Long-distance cries forever,
you never respond.
take everything and just go!
wait...touch me, feel me?
no.
I'm not there, no human condition.
Stop, [penitence] it cultivates.
You, forbidden, appealing, rage, unsure.
Still...
it's too much to risk. I cringe.
F*** you insane person, dissonant and querulous.
I turn away,
Taking one step into my future,
I feel your eye's stare,
it taps my shoulder,
Temptation.
I glance back,
I don't need you,
My gas tank's marked FULL.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Gas Station
Posted by T at 9:54 PM
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