i've blown the tire of my life

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i'm losing you as fast as i lose the drops that fall from your eyes to your sheets. you're sinking in, you're sinking away to the depths you swam before we ever were =[

a vine of fruit

drip, open your mouth to reveal the sick taste of guilt

                                                                      as it frequents 

                    and coats 

your tongue and teeth. branches? coil your false nectarine sweetness around the boughs of affection while the leaves burn behind you... in a fashion of thieves and snakes you've partaken! a tattletale to your sidekicks about your personal sexual pursuits with a pompous fuck. slander my 'slander' as you see fit and try to justify your feline prostitution and felonies.

trunks. they hold branches and leaves- and another. in cold blood you flick your forked tongue as your own cat, your successor to your crooked throne                   and 

                              kingdom, arrives- dressed as the butcher.

"Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."

Kahlil Gibran

uno

there is only one thing i truly want in this world right now, but i don't have it. 

This could be considered an understatement.

To be alive is to be alone, and I understand that now. I've ruined nobody that hasn't already ruined themself. You've bound yourself in the chains of grief and hate that weigh you down. To say that I was at fault for this is absurd, as is the logic of this love triangle that you've constructed. Although I will say, I am to blame for actually putting up with this long enough for it to rip you apart. I am to blame for actually giving you chance after chance after chance only to find that you've failed me again. How can you expect me to talk to you? You're indecisive 'decisions' swing back and forth like a pendulum. You are the fickle child that can't make up her mind on what boy can fit her fancy. So in turn, I leave you alone for a day and I am hated. I apologize for my lack of ability to be there for you while you lay in the arms of someone else. To hate me is unfair, because I should be the one who hates you. I don't hate you. I didn't ruin you. You hate yourself as much as you've ruined yourself because you know what you've done. 

best man [standing]

i can't believe it, four days a week

i'm just the anchor

the anchor of your dirty craft i burden.

take off your dress, you witless girl

you've worn it your whole life 

along with your recklessness and 

conscious knives you let fly.

 i have the dedication of a nurse but 

the strength of an elderly wench 

when it comes down to me and you-

just let fly one more to my eyes

to compliment these picture-perfect 

portraits of your future husband, you wife.