Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god


You entered
My tragedy.

You left,
Making it worse.

Like things
Aren't hard enough
Without you
Diving in headfirst
And leaving without
Trying to solve anything.

If I believed
In curses,
I would bestow
One upon you.

I just can't f---ing stand you.
You've left a bad taste in my mouth.

Why am I so useless to you?
And why does it hurt so badly?

Just don't want
To remain listless,
To remain, like nothing.

October 17, 2005

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