The plaster’s peeling from my face as my smile slowly fades.
My world is thrust from colorful bursts to vague and deceptive shades.
I’m shadowed further by this black-burned tree as its ashes float away
Stealing bits of my damaged soul as they pair up for this waltz of dismay.
With intricate steps, they tip toe the topic, nudging it with barely a graze
their audience is multiplied by the myriad of tears that start trickling down my face.
I’m suffocating in this sea of loneliness, deafened as the silence blares.
The temperature drops as your shoulders turn, averting your disapproving stares.
There’s a difference between good and good enough; between flawed and imperfect.
Looking at me, you can see this is true, which is the cause of your neglect.
******** me. My voice finally meets my mind as I scream these words of hate.
Now that you hear, now that you see, I’m afraid that it’s too late.
Don’t urge me forth, I mean it this time. Just tell me you love me once and for all
So I can smile as sick vengeance carresses my face and guides me on my fall.
As I bid you farewell, remember these words, for I’ve said them before just to be left unheard:
You can hate me for my problems, or love me despite my flaws;
You can open your heart and realize my insanity’s the cause.
Nothing out there can fix me, as much as you and I wish.
I just wanna know that I was loved before I serve this final dish
Of salad bathed in cyanide, suicide cocktails to go along.
Goody-bye, my love
If you loved me at all.
Even though I was so wrong.
 the_forgotten_thought · Sun Oct 18, 2009 @ 05:51am · 0 Comments |
