Thursday, April 29, 2010

Fucknut

The words that fly off my tongue
Seem not to do you justice
Jackass really can’t encompass
The ire that rages through my
Expanding veins
My face flush with heat
It feels like I could cook
Breakfast on my skin
I want to lash you
Verbally, mentally, physically
But my attempts
To make you understand
Bounce back like shotgun pellets
Striking me in the face
And deepening my wounds
I can’t believe I fell in love
With such a fucknut
Or worse,
That I continue to let you hurt me.

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