Thursday, February 28, 2008

A letter for *you

*You just dive in without thinking did *you? Just dive right down, deep down. Headfirst. It swept *you away, like a whirpool. It puts *you in gaiety, it gratifies *your so call insecurity, or should I say vanity? It probably shoves *your head with mellifluous music and emitts beautiful lights, yeah, I guess that's why *you don't bother us, standing at the shore, waving frantically shouting *your name. It gave *you confidence, acting jaunty and everything. Bullshit. Sheer bravado I tell you. At first I cared, cared so much that Ooooops I'm sorry I interrupted. *You gave me such treatment, saccharine outbursts, all the overreacting-allthedrama-superdefensive fucks. I'm so sick, I wanna spew, spew all my guts on *you. And *you think *you are on top of the world, high and mighty. Narcissistic. *You even thought I'm jealous. Owh, puh-lease. I rather chew on broken glass and bleed to death, seriously. I don't even give a rip anymore. *You are feeding on poison and it's turning *you into an unshaved vagina monster. I bet when everything is all over, when everything dries up, I'll stand at the same shore, looking down on nothing but residues of *you and all those filthy icky *you left behind. Mark my words dahrling. Just a small tip for *you, there is ALWAYS some TRUTH behind every just kidding. Amen.

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