missing
back
I miss your kiss
though I never really liked it
And here comes the loathing again
for everythiing that was never said,
all the things I couldn't say,
and all the things you never thought to.
I don't care anymore,
but anger still floods
through me like waves
when I sink into the bathtub.
Sometimes I drown.
Blues and reds and flesh
tones splashed in painted memories.
I want to rip your eyes out!
How can you see through me
when I try to stay so far away?
I don't care if you see anyone else.
Please let me move on first,
just to prove to you.
I don't want you anymore.
And I don't think you somehow deserve her to either.
3/30/01
