If I could take the dullest knife
And cut out your still-beating black, loveless heart, I would.
Leave it to the dogs, perhaps, if they could bear the poison.
I cannot be free of this,
the haunting feeling that I failed myself
So magnificently
In ever loving such a train wreck of flesh.
The wounds do not heal, not entirely.
Years and years of lies, piled up like kindling.
I want to burn it all.
Destroy everything!
Rise from the ashes
In verdant plumage, free, wild, brave.
Oh, to be brave again.
Fearless, snarling.
You took a piece of my soul away
And tore it to shreds.
Hoping I'd stay meek forever.
Your forever didn't last as long as you'd have liked.
And you did not kill me, not completely.
Didn't you see the lines, there?
A reminder for you. A reminder for the entire world.
I'm very hard to destroy.
You did not, could not end me.
I cannot be free of the failure to myself,
But I am free of you, boy.
I am on my own feet on this path, and
No amount of brambles you send
Can draw my blood from me again.
Sunday, June 06, 2010
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