no title, no quote, just raw remembrance of pain

[november.6.2007.7:44pm]



my heart thrown to its
death upon your room
floor while from my loose eyes,
tears poured themselves
into the fibers of the carpet
and i knelt to blot the
bloodshed of my core
from staining my pain's
existence on your record
as proof of you murdering
my soul that i extended out to you
yet another time.

your envy was boiling
in the pools of your
eyes, burning any
softness they ever pretended
to hold in regards of me.

your
face became characterized
with the turning up of the corners
of your mouth;
pleasure and amusement
danced amongst the curve of
your lips.

seeing you smile
in reaction to my
pain spilling out from
my tongue,
my hand gestures,
my tears

made me
get up and
slap the shit
out of you with
the palm of my
damn hand.

my palm stung,
but it was aught compared
to next being slammed between
you and the door,
lower body dangling
as your hand became
tightly,
vilely
wrapped around my
throat.

you squeezed the
cry out of me and
my fight of reason.

because the
stars say that air
fuels fire.



but im all
out of breath.