Wednesday, December 23, 2009

sweeping insensitivity

they're totally fucking.
but who cares? i don't. i don't care that you don't think i'm all that anymore. i don't care that she's so much prettier than i am. i don't care that i don't care, you hear?
my friend made me listen to this song once, on repeat, and i couldn't sleep all night. but it wasn't my house so i didn't dare shut it off.
you once told me, something about yourself. i loved it. you were so plain and simple, and i was in control. now you've gone and grown up, and i was already grown, so i was left to wilt and wither. i hope you're happy with what you've done, i hope you're able to live with yourself after what you put me through. i wish you happiness, i wish you ill, i wish and i wish and i wish. i wish i had never met you, i wish i had been smart, i wish i could see right through you, i wish i could punch your brains out.


i'll have you know one thing- no one messes with me, and gets away with it. no one.

5 comments:

mehreenkasana said...

Amen, sister. :)

Ubaid said...

anguish!

Dreaminglass said...

For something with the title "Insensitivity" in it, this is quite emotional, and moving.

AW said...

anyone should know better than to try to mess with you and get away with it.

desert eagle said...

the sweeping insensitivity of this still life.