November 23, 2009

  • My Fucking Hand

    You told me you loved me and held me and fucked me. You spread your lies like your seed. All those days and nights you smiled and told me pretty words I believed. Every time I think of you now I ball my fist and the hate radiates from me until all I can see is red. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

    You failed me when I needed you. You didn’t come when I called. You were in bed fucking a beautiful red-headed stranger and drinking her honey like it was mine. I smelled her when I walked into the house and you claimed it was my smell. I don’t smell like that.

    I know I don’t smell like that and when I found a long red hair you started yelling at me to get the fuck out of your house and I hated you in that moment when I felt my heart cracking in my chest but you didn’t care and you just threw my things on the lawn like I was yesterdays trash.

    My tears meant nothing to you because I now know you lied to me with pretty words and a smile and now my fucking hand is cut in two because you missed my heart.



    (this is a work of fiction :)

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