Angry thoughts.

I want top be a prick not unlike a needle causing small punctures in your skin. I want to be dick ramming you until you scream to get rid of me. I want let loose on you and fuck you over , walk out the door and never call you. I want to be a cunt teasing you with a taste of me going hard till it hurts for me then walk away gracefully. I want to be a cynic tell you all your dreams are just make believe and watch as you look for hope aimlessly. I want to be your worst nightmare haunting you horribly while your nights are filled with me causing a lost of sleep, while you stay up and think of me, as your heart pounds for me.I want to let loose on you verbally and watch as you lose track because you can't keep up with me. I want to belittle you till you can't reach the key anymore like Alice so close to the floor that if I pick up my foot I will crush you in ways I would never allow you to do to me. Let go of the lies and rape you with the truth this is sodomy. Can't call the cops because I slip them some green and now they are kind to me. Because nothing talks like the green paper that paints and corrupts our cities. I want to tear you apart limb from limb and watch your blood pool and hope its enough for me to take a swim. I want you to yearn for me because no one can kiss your lips with a bite so hard that it breaks flesh like me. I want you to cry for me let those tears roll down your cheeks because they are clear reminders of your feeling for me and that I treat you like the shit, like a prick that I am meant to be. I want you to love me because even though I smile at you evilly and have you knelt over praying to god for him to get through to me I still love you with a taste of hate on my lips. I still love the way your flesh feels after every hit , bruised by the knowledge that I am over you but I won't let you get over me because pay back is a bitch and your about to win the lottery. You lied to me. I want to the voice in your head that nags you you till the day are dead. I want to do a lot of fucked up things but instead I look my side and I see my man standing there and I remember why I should be a better me and not let you know that you can still faze m.e. So instead I will say I want to be a greater me, smart, successful and full of brutal honesty and I will let the record show that this me no longer needs you. I have a new source of love and it already taste better then your love ever tasted to me.



[I don't remember when I wrote this I think it was last Friday morning all I know is that I was pissed as hell.]