10/15/08

Your kiss
Your touch
the way you just wanna fuck
your hands
your hips
the taste of blood on my lips
the sting
the pain
the feelings of being so strained

you took it all away from me
but i still don't expect you back
the hate so clear that i can see
my world is turning black

the narcissistic, pessimistic
laboriously devoted to you
the dominating yet liberating
feeling of being close to you

your kiss
your touch
the way you seem to keep me stuck
your hands
your hips
the way my blood stains your lips
the sting
the pain
the "I love you" said in vain

you keep it all away from me
just what is it that i lack?
why can't I just make you see
that I didn't just over act.

I'm catatonic and hypnotic
as you walk across the floor
I'm self abated and still I hate it
As you walk right out the door.