And I don't think you would understand all these words I have to say to you.
Words & rants & raves.
Bitter thorns spewed forth from a once tender throat.
Reality flows into the blackness,
and we wonder whose shoulders we ripped our wings from.
Pain & anger...
Anger Management.
Means it's okay to be angry as long as it can be managed properly.
I wish there were a few sessions of court ordered Love Management in my near future.
Sparkles & sequins litter the empty tables;
A wedding was held.
Misery joined our company.
Now the wailing and mourning have commenced and
my soul paints itself a happier shade of Dead.
And I don't think you would get
the marks upon my chest.
I don't think I should mention them.
And I dare you to forget,
I dare you to forget
...the words you mumbled just before we both were spent.
Try me out, try me on.
Either way the lights have all gone out &
you'd never understand them anyway.