folded over
erased from memory,
on paper at least.
scoffed tone
eyes rolled
just a phase
a lapse in judgement
comparative
to your current
victim/married/chemical
happiness
you've got it all
but i'm not a phase
not so disposable
i am flesh,
i am blood,
i am resolve--
not revenge
a buckshot
sprayed
upon unsuspecting judgement.
i live for the movement
for my beliefs
with the sword
or on it
you're bought and sold
repackaged by the dog
with the most to offer
your shattered piece of mind
a phase
breathless
and snuffed out
NB @ 3:12 PM
4 Comments:
i think this is one of your best yet.
particularly, this:
i live for the movement
for my beliefs
with the sword
or on it
You were never a phase. You were a religion.
Or an addiction...
I love this one too. You have an incredible way of writing a window into the human soul. Sadly I can see myself in both sides of this.
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