cand-E bamber
Bluelighter
i wrote this about my ex, ryan. we would've been together a yr, yesterday.. this is sorta like a happy anniversary you piece of shit kinda poem.. er something.
as if the insults dont burn me everytime
the abuse makes up for it
i know nothings ever your fault
i dont blame you for your addictions
nor do i hold the consequences of them against you
but maybe im not to blame either
i should’ve walked away the day i met you
i never imagined id fall in love
not with a junkie, not with a drunk
& your the last thing i thought id become
i can remember sitting with you
blissful in your bulligerance
you’d spew out "i love yous"
while the seconds to come brought bruises
i can remember waking up to slit wrist
& crying until i went numb
regaurdless, i love[d] you
the police pulled up one night, at my request
i kissed you, one last kiss as they burst through the door
you pushed me to the ground
& i can still see the innocense in your eyes
you locked your eyes on me
searching for reassurance,
for the words i didnt have,
to let you know everything was going to be fine again
i can remember the last time i saw you around this place
it was a year ago today
& i wonder if your sitting on your bunk today
blaming everything on me
b/c i know nothings ever your fault.
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"Most ravers are either high-tech holograms created by evil promoters to make it look like there's a lot of people at the party, or Satan in one of his many disguises."
[This message has been edited by cand-E bamber (edited 18 March 2001).]
as if the insults dont burn me everytime
the abuse makes up for it
i know nothings ever your fault
i dont blame you for your addictions
nor do i hold the consequences of them against you
but maybe im not to blame either
i should’ve walked away the day i met you
i never imagined id fall in love
not with a junkie, not with a drunk
& your the last thing i thought id become
i can remember sitting with you
blissful in your bulligerance
you’d spew out "i love yous"
while the seconds to come brought bruises
i can remember waking up to slit wrist
& crying until i went numb
regaurdless, i love[d] you
the police pulled up one night, at my request
i kissed you, one last kiss as they burst through the door
you pushed me to the ground
& i can still see the innocense in your eyes
you locked your eyes on me
searching for reassurance,
for the words i didnt have,
to let you know everything was going to be fine again
i can remember the last time i saw you around this place
it was a year ago today
& i wonder if your sitting on your bunk today
blaming everything on me
b/c i know nothings ever your fault.
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"Most ravers are either high-tech holograms created by evil promoters to make it look like there's a lot of people at the party, or Satan in one of his many disguises."
[This message has been edited by cand-E bamber (edited 18 March 2001).]
