Today I am the rind of a cantelope after it's insides have been scooped out by a jagged edged scoop to be a tasty treat for someone.
...But don't you know I've been trying to grow the seedy flesh inside you back? So you can develop into something perfect with me? I thought that was the point of this excercise in self-sacrifice you instigated, but I'm the only one who seems to be participating fully.
You complain I sleep in yet as I type this you are still in bed at 2:25pm... sleeping? Or indulging in futility again?
The world stopped turning last night and all you could do was laugh at the storms the halt raged on my lands.
I could stop smoking if you would put for the effort it takes for me to do that into the areas I put my energy towards, for the sake of our future, but you want me to go to hell while you're playing devil's advocate at a public bath house and I don't understand how, if you really love me, you would hold such a thorough double standard of effort and respect. If I murdered you would you finally love me like you should?
I want to build a life with YOU (though I swear to the justice of the universe I can't remember why), not be an onlooker to the life you build with others. If you don't have the same passion for life that I do, why did you even want to be with me at all? Did you want to steal my motivation and self-discipline? Was your plan to rape my consciousness with your apathetic cock? Did you really expect me to let you drain me of my essence so you could turn my love into ash? If your burning for someone else, you are not fit to be with me. And if your actions don't correspond with your words, how am I to trust you at all?
We cried together as we allowed ourselves to open eachothers hearts, and you said you never wanted to hurt me because you knew how it felt to be hurt, yet now- everyday you try to inject me with doubt and self-destruction, I wonder what happened to the person I cried with that night on Park Ave.
...But don't you know I've been trying to grow the seedy flesh inside you back? So you can develop into something perfect with me? I thought that was the point of this excercise in self-sacrifice you instigated, but I'm the only one who seems to be participating fully.
You complain I sleep in yet as I type this you are still in bed at 2:25pm... sleeping? Or indulging in futility again?
The world stopped turning last night and all you could do was laugh at the storms the halt raged on my lands.
I could stop smoking if you would put for the effort it takes for me to do that into the areas I put my energy towards, for the sake of our future, but you want me to go to hell while you're playing devil's advocate at a public bath house and I don't understand how, if you really love me, you would hold such a thorough double standard of effort and respect. If I murdered you would you finally love me like you should?
I want to build a life with YOU (though I swear to the justice of the universe I can't remember why), not be an onlooker to the life you build with others. If you don't have the same passion for life that I do, why did you even want to be with me at all? Did you want to steal my motivation and self-discipline? Was your plan to rape my consciousness with your apathetic cock? Did you really expect me to let you drain me of my essence so you could turn my love into ash? If your burning for someone else, you are not fit to be with me. And if your actions don't correspond with your words, how am I to trust you at all?
We cried together as we allowed ourselves to open eachothers hearts, and you said you never wanted to hurt me because you knew how it felt to be hurt, yet now- everyday you try to inject me with doubt and self-destruction, I wonder what happened to the person I cried with that night on Park Ave.