the not so "STILL" life.

ugly, ugly, jealousy

jealousy, such an ugly thing

steals from the love we bring

in me & out me

like a dessert during a drought

possession and possessed

why the fuck am I so obsessed?!

Open my eyes

rule out the false lies

this monster is not me

All I want is to be free

free for you,

free of that which is not me

a cleansing vomit

but never stop walking

where am i?

drowning in the evil I produce

allowing it to consume me

use me

destroy us

what the fuck?!

I’m still on the bus

on a road of discourse

i know what I know

must feel its force

shed society’s bullshit norms

when the fuck have I ever conformed?

it’s disgusting, it reaks

come now, let me press my lips against your dirty cheek

and the carpet, it rips

as we tripped on the urge to feel alive

I am thinking it’s a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned..

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.

I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

every ending is a new beginning..

well that doesn’t make the end suck any less…

the end can go fuck itself! hmph!