Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Only idiots give their hearts away to charming @sshole strangers
I would give you my heart, but,
How do I know you wouldn't just
Break it, shatter it and leave it
A pile on the floor, unable
To be pieced back together?
It's irreplaceable, you know,
I can't just go to the store and
Buy another one, and glue
Won't hold that mangled mess
Together well enough.
Plus, you'd infect me with bitterness;
It would run through my veins, like
A potent drug, the likes of which I've never
Come down from.
I don't want you to leave me like
Most women, jilted, scorned,
Oooh, sick burn as I'd eventually
Have to watch you walk
Away from me,
And maybe I can't handle
Rejection to someone who swore
His diseased world to me.
And I, so eager to receive it,
Held it in my hands till I thought
It would crumble, then hid it
In a safe.
I never asked you to partially
Devote your feelings to my situation,
And I am damn sure that I
Never asked for your
Relentless dialogues on how much
Your life sucks, and why
I shouldn't commit the harm I
Am so stanch to committing.
And you wouldn't know what
To do with my mélange of
Emotion, except shine temporary
Pity on it, and then digress on
How you could never be me,
In that situation.
I don't need that pity,
It only holds me down.
I could use the company though.
But how long would it be.
Before I am once more
Yearning for black silence and dark loneliness?
I could give you my heart.
I could grab my knife
And carve it out of my chest,
Leaving behind a cavity of emptiness.
I could clean it off of all its disdain,
Wrap it up real nice
And present it to you.
How do you proceed to take this?
August 11, 2006
Suge
How do I know you wouldn't just
Break it, shatter it and leave it
A pile on the floor, unable
To be pieced back together?
It's irreplaceable, you know,
I can't just go to the store and
Buy another one, and glue
Won't hold that mangled mess
Together well enough.
Plus, you'd infect me with bitterness;
It would run through my veins, like
A potent drug, the likes of which I've never
Come down from.
I don't want you to leave me like
Most women, jilted, scorned,
Oooh, sick burn as I'd eventually
Have to watch you walk
Away from me,
And maybe I can't handle
Rejection to someone who swore
His diseased world to me.
And I, so eager to receive it,
Held it in my hands till I thought
It would crumble, then hid it
In a safe.
I never asked you to partially
Devote your feelings to my situation,
And I am damn sure that I
Never asked for your
Relentless dialogues on how much
Your life sucks, and why
I shouldn't commit the harm I
Am so stanch to committing.
And you wouldn't know what
To do with my mélange of
Emotion, except shine temporary
Pity on it, and then digress on
How you could never be me,
In that situation.
I don't need that pity,
It only holds me down.
I could use the company though.
But how long would it be.
Before I am once more
Yearning for black silence and dark loneliness?
I could give you my heart.
I could grab my knife
And carve it out of my chest,
Leaving behind a cavity of emptiness.
I could clean it off of all its disdain,
Wrap it up real nice
And present it to you.
How do you proceed to take this?
August 11, 2006
Suge
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Only idiots give their hearts away to charming @sshole strangers
Only idiots give their hearts away to charming @sshole strangers
