When You

When you knocked on the door,
my pulse stopped,
I heard the infinite silence
and then a breath,
telling me I was still alive.
It seemed to step out of a dream...
or a bad movie,
You...just you...

How am I supposed to feel?
you left so long ago
without a word,
no call,
no note,
no recognition of
everything that I did for you.

You were slowly killing yourself,
drowning in your pool
of viscous hate and despair.

Suddenly you appear
thinking that I'll do it again,
thinking that everything
will just be the same?

FUCK YOU!

go follow your groupie dreams,
go suck some rock stars dick
so that you can get fed for the night,

When you look at me that way,
I just want to...

Kiss you...
Kill you...
Ravage you...
But most of all,
I just want to...

Hate you.

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