Emo Soup
If every word I said could be an objectI'd make them daggers
and project them into your heart.
And not in the poetic way
representing my undying and somewhat morbid sense of love for you.
And not in the dramatic way, either
where in the end, all I've ever wanted to do
was get close enough to you so you'd feel me
in your heart.
with you.
No, I'd make them literal daggers
piercing, wrenching, slimy and
death defining daggers.
I'd scream until my lungs bled
or until you bled
until I've fed you enough hate to turn your face
red.
If every word I spoke could become something
I'd make them hand grenades and fling them into your mind.
Like a time bomb, I'd let my thoughts of you
EXPLODE
out into the open.
And they'd be words simple enough for someone like you to understand
someone like you
a reflection I can't stand but have to look at every fucking day.
And every goddamn time you glare at me and say
with the utmost, imprisoning truth.
You
I
You
Me?
No, goddammit, you.
In the mirror.
you.
I fucking hate you.
~CI
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