Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


Everything about you seems crooked,
From your teeth
To your attitude.

You yell so much at me.
And I bathe in it.

Your hands are small, but
When pushed to your breaking point,
They can become vengeful.

I've seen them hurt before.

Just as I've hurt.
But they've also come to my defense.

I can't describe your feelings,
Because they aren't love,
And they're almost hate
But forever confused.

So am I.

I've heard you yell obscenities,
You smoke severely and
Chew your fingernails.
You're appearance is always disheveled.

You're perfect.

April 28, 2005

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