i had pined over you for too long...
Bitterness sets in as you say to me
That which you have yet
To cease saying to me.
"Who are you?" stabs my brain.
The "I hate you" never quite helps either...
i'm falling off a bridge.
A metaphor?
No, you pushed me damn you.
As i crawl out of the waterless creek,
(no mercy)
i look around,
But your existence has disentegrated,
And rematerialized into the arms of Somebody.
So, i eagerly anticipate tomorrow
When i know the gun will point at me again.
And i will do anything i can for you
Knowing you will inevitably,
And incessantly,
Blow the Nobody away...