Writings

i hate you
is what i want to say
but every time i form those words
my self speaks to my self
and i get in my way
but i feel the burning in my heart
like last nights dinner taking part
in a dance upon my soul

for all the havoc
i let you seep into my veins
for all the lies
i let you speak into my brain
for all the parts of my heart
i am yet still to reclaim
for the part i played
in this fucked up fuckers game

even for one moment
did you stop
and wonder
what this would do
how you choices would be unveiled
and how the truth would finally come true
not from your lips
but from theirs
tainted with their own version
of your fucked up affairs

but..in this moment
i heard you say
as it washed all integrity
all truth
any semblance of you
away

well...

in this moment...

i hate you
and i can count on only two
with one other person
that's joined you
ha! you would feel honored i suppose
to be one of only two on that roll
but understand, he beat my child
while i let you and all those lies
beat my soul



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