go ahead and try and paralyse me- break me in two
and expect me to stay with you- hold me up-
watch my head-
i'm only holding my breath
so i don't vomit all over you.
the stench of rotting love is covered in you-
and the roses got up and left days ago-
with no reason or excuse
but they were fed up with you.
lies are vows too-
ones that are kept harder-
and paid to fall in bed with lovers---
i could never bend like that for you.
-a.
Monday, August 18, 2008
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