how can you

How can you keep on this way, leaving trails of dead bodies in your path- the love bones of chewed up lovers rotting where once you led them into dreams? How can you keep on this way, traveling like some pollinating bumble bee from one unsuspecting flower to the next? Who are you?

And i like to believe that I feel incredibly bad for you. I do, actually; because this new "love" serves only to testify to the incredible immaturity you unfortunately house. But then I only get incredibly angry. How could I have let this happen; why did I ignore that little voice for so long, screaming that you needed to grow up, begging that I wake up and walk out before you finally left me, like all the others before me, begging and whining and melting into heaving concrete floors. Your purpose was to conquer, because I was exponentially more unconquerable than the weaklings before me, the ones you've been used to. When you did, it was over, time for the next feat to feed your bottomless pit of a soul.

FUCK OFF.

- anger comes again. I will need time to get over this despicable mess you've slathered all over my life.

GROW UP.

Im, obviously, teetering between stages 2 and 4 (says kubler-ross), hopscotching in between everytime I remember all the times I would look at you and think about how f ing lucky I was.

Am. Lucky to have the sense to break the fuck up with you, and lucky to have never given up myself, or given over my control. Im pissed now, but grateful. and better off, you fuck.

go "love" xxx....enjoy your tatoo....you remind me of Am and Jo and their miserable attempts to convince the world of something by engraving their bodies. Remember how we joked of their lurid attempts at convincing their audience, and how we laughed at the misery their lives must really be?

I would not be surprised to find xxx riding you piggy-back at some local park sometime soon. I only that hope she enjoys the ride more than I did, and that she gets her fucking quarter back when its over.

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