If she knew how the hate breeds within me, what would she do?
If she knew that with every misrepresented word and broken promise my disgust with her grows like a viracious swarm of maggots coursing thru the still warm flesh of a new corpse, would she begin to use a more honest patter?
If she wasnt confused by her own lustful desires, would her heart focus its attention upon me?
The falsities uttered from her lips consumes me and crosses me, like a distasteful sermon from a drunken deacon. The misrepresentations of facts and the disorderly nature of selfish thoughts. I am me and she is I. Except for her she is her and I am nothing. You drug me away with empty promises and desperately, delusional I have followed.
I am going to have her and you will cry, and I will still feel victimized. I am going to have the other and it will be one day soon that you will sit alone in a crying room fretting and recalling every word spoke and promise un kept and unable to sleep while I will have no regret.
My confession for the day-
I am disconnected and I start returning your gifts to you in a horrific bin full of your own sharp rejections, and acidic words so that it will burn you to your core and you will be to ashamed to sleep. I hate you today just as much as I hated her Yesterday.
-----The Confessor
10 years ago
