there’s a bruise now. right there on my left arm where i pinched myself really hard to stop myself from tearing. This momentary pain overcomes the one inside for too short a time. the relentless pain inside soon engulfed me again and the pinching recurs.
My eardrums pounding to the beat from pudgy poddy, but all music dissipated beyond that, i was impenetrable, fortified, but i was defeated and murdered brutally by those words. Those words that came so unexpectedly, that no defense could protect me. i couldn’t hear the lyrics, nor feel the beat of the song. all i heard was your words over and over again. fuck, i had enough of you
i know i’m not perfect. but why tell me i am, only to explode at me later? Thanks for crushing whatever self-worth i have left. i have reasons for my actions, but there was no way you would hear of it. it would be deemed as rubbish. i thought, i thought, … i never got to finish it. but it doesn’t matter anymore does it?
i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you i had enough of you
Am i that detestable?
fine, you shall have none of me.
p.s. it may seem nothing, but i was crushed when you told me of your tattoo plans on your left chest. you listed every possible thing except what you told me before: my portrait, and the title of our song. i took it hard, because that position represents your heart.
