don't fuck with me
when you finally see i've moved on, i want your knees to weaken. so weak you have to sit and wonder why your hands start to shake, sweat profusely.
when you see there's not even a trace of recognition in the way i look at you, i want you to hurt like a quiver of arrows pierced your body through and through.
when i no longer love you, i want you to die a thousand deaths. and each resurrection a mockery of your very existence.
when i smile again, i want you to sob like an urchin suffering perpetual pangs of hunger.
when i speak to you with genuine joy in my eyes, i want you to feel abandoned at the bottom of a well- the pit of your sorry life.
when i dance again to faery music, i want you to want me so bad that air cannot fill your lungs fast enough - breath poison curdling in your veins.
when i say goodbye, i want you to never forget. even my slightest touch you'd remember and never again would you sleep without seeing my face, tasting me in your mouth.
you will love me harder than you think, worse than you fear, longer than your life.
when you see there's not even a trace of recognition in the way i look at you, i want you to hurt like a quiver of arrows pierced your body through and through.
when i no longer love you, i want you to die a thousand deaths. and each resurrection a mockery of your very existence.
when i smile again, i want you to sob like an urchin suffering perpetual pangs of hunger.
when i speak to you with genuine joy in my eyes, i want you to feel abandoned at the bottom of a well- the pit of your sorry life.
when i dance again to faery music, i want you to want me so bad that air cannot fill your lungs fast enough - breath poison curdling in your veins.
when i say goodbye, i want you to never forget. even my slightest touch you'd remember and never again would you sleep without seeing my face, tasting me in your mouth.
you will love me harder than you think, worse than you fear, longer than your life.
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11 comentarios:
dang. that was a wicked curse you casted! wicked!
"you will love me harder than you think, worse than you fear, longer than you live."
i will go plagiarize you now. ktnxbye.
too good, too good. you didn't have to do this. now i am craving for vindication.
You evil woman ;)
Me likes the vengeance, you make me wanna find someone to say all of this to!!
never mess with an over-achieving woman who has a portable ivory tower she can climb anytime and look down at sorry humanity and disdainfully flip her hair. never. especially when she is ovulating.
i'm scared. i don't think i even wanna meet u tomorrow night. ("psycho" sound clip playing in the background) ;)
i love ovulating women. i will see you later.
ovulating hermaphrodites are far worse. believe me.
So real......what a relief! I mean, how do you REALLY feel about all of this? No BS! The pain of a broken relationship without pretensions....Great work!
hey anonymous, tnx for the comment. drop by anytime. let me know if it's you. :) and regarding your question, the best way for me to get over something is to project how i realy feel at that moment and believe that someday the other person would feel worse.
ahhh. getting away from the feeling. them morons and bitches alike, too.
i will definitely come back.
oh, since i'm hidden, it's here.
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