(final version)
background to this one. i started writing it about 5 years ago. ive thrown away about a tree's worth of paper, crumpled it up and thrown it on floors, in garbage cans, at my old roomates stinky cat, out car windows without care for the fine, stuffed in down garbage disposals, beamed it at the heads of shitty ex boyfriends, and their mothers, until one day, i went crazy. i mean really crazy. i dont know how i finished it, because i was, ummmm, not present. but this is it man, im done with this one, its tortured me for too long.
CRUMB
a heart becomes undone,
piece by piece,
crumb by crumb.
how shall i choose my pain?
in lonliness or love?
Everyone knows about Syliva Plath.
leave it to me to be the last.
all that i can do is very cliche.
i'd cut off my ear,
but i dont know how to paint.
i hate me. and i hate you.
ill not wake up one morning,
but bloated and blue.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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