Sunday, March 1, 2009

loathe

(?:H:16:36:00|01.3.09:Y:?] ©c.thomas.carter





i'm starting to hate you now...
the way you hate yourself;
it's somehow rubbing off on me;
that last act was the final straw.

we're always in the car;
it's always raining;
always dark;
always Screaming.

i miss this, you miss that;
you miss me, I miss you;
kiss you right there, but I won't;
kiss you right here, yet I can't.

i just want to dance in the mud;
swim in the crude oil;
sing underwater;
die in the sky.

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